My Songs

I am the child of May lust
born on winter winds
howling,
shame buried in dementia
conceived me.

I am the child of madness
and of gospel
earth and heaven
intercoursing.

Naked in a manger
I came forth,
cattle moved to
urban heights.

I cried when I was jerked
bloody and bruised
from my mother’s womb,
wailed at the horror
my innocence beheld…

Unwanted by weary hearts
I became my brothers’
keep.

I learned love’s language
from winter songs
moaned by December winds
through rotting planks.