In my absence, you grew
Uncontrolled
Fevered
In the throes of a seamless puberty
Riding wild
With file and machete
Consuming rape
And lending fervor to
Scandalized waste;
The prostitution of a voice
That you scarcely let me hear
And a face that you forbade me to see
Out of fear for the moment;
A present
Sans architect
That performs the deconstruction
Of sacred-ness
In a voluminous movement
That defies recognition.
You are burning without grace,
And I am shamed beneath the snow banks
Of your unrepentant talents,
Cold, in exile.
