Ethereal zeal seeded me in
a watery womb
I was a wet wastrel, hunger
my only emotion
My infant days spent dreaming in
slivers of wind,
my devotion the promise of rain
Sky was my playground, clouds my toys.
Directionless, but not without route, I went
from meandering to wandering,
from cruise to jet.
I flew here and there until I was travelling
in circles.
I discovered I like travelling in circles,
picking the gleanings from field and yard,
fervently funneling everything into my tunnel.
Eating makes a girl thirsty so I sucked
on the teat of your warm seas. I fed
my strength until my arms flailed and
anger was discovered in my loins.
I became single-eyed in my purpose -
for you to know the full force of
my fists. So I came in swinging,
a torqued ellipse, ignoring your
futile idols, turning roofs into tinsel,
stuffing my maw with animal,
vegetable and mineral, your flesh
and blood. I caught you - a deer in
headlights. My cyclops eye snuck up
behind you, seized you unaware
dreaming of a high. I vibrated your
glass until it sang siren song -
smithereened silver
splintering your houses, your
households, your hearts. I trashed
your plans, exposed your pretense.
I laughed at your puerile projections
Despite all the warnings you had
no defence.
You mumbled last rites, screamed
your prayers, but I confronted no
retribution and though my life was
short it was very sweet. You will
remember me long after I
have gone.
And now I have gone,
remember this as you sweep
your streets and
collect your dignity - I am
not an only-child.
My siblings long to make your
acquaintance too.
