one last


the tales
of a martyr blessed on heedless whims
entering the interim before this one last farewell wish
strained, desparate for one last kiss
bent backwards like an urchin
evermore forgiving in and out to loneliness
a fool presuming that it’s safe to say goodbye
to all the sorrowed guilt and shame
immortalized
a broken heart
a surgeon’s axe
to amputate the parallax
of heaven from a broken faith
not to mistake
this purging evil for fruition
one last swift kick of intuition
for the means to bring finality
to the insignificance
of neither one nor one another
separate surrogate mothers
with six degrees of separation
worlds apart
and stretched for miles
across the earth
and all the while
giving birth
to the same child




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