The phones went dead, the cars stopped.
Electric doors sealed, you were
caught there like us
in illusion of healing...
divided from the children
cut off from knowing
I pressed your hand
I would deal with it.
Dear friend, from security, smiled
"can't do anything but wait...
what's that place where the missiles are?"
Outside, horizon, I see them
that nightmare recurring like a pulse
the planes in flight, too close
the rockets flying random,
the war in the skies,
in waves of blinded chaos
ready to die
I dive to earth.
And then I awoke, to greater dream
and called your name
"Division," I cried, showing terror within
feel what happens when we divide!
rerun the dream, the horror, the loss,
you felt it
and became your mouth which
laughed and left me there
on the bed, alone
and more awake.
Oh cosmic laughter, my God, then I saw
worlds created by infinite dividing
nature in its ravenous beauty
dividing on and on
in terrific indifferent creation
and that life here
within my womb
silently dividing
and still.
You warned me of cruel taskmasters
you said that they would come...
Here I am naked, waiting
as universal pulse
uncreating this heart
seeks acceptance now
in sanctuary of flesh
like a human just conceived.
