My mother is a black hole
Face darkness once removed
With studded stars ornaments
To lure the next piece of meat
An aching abyssal mouth
Matter flows around to feed
Swallows every pill cock and heart
Feeble men ever offer
My mother is a black hole
Her roar in stasis in my head
Pitched a low register grinding
Turning wheels of immolation
She spewed forth dark materials
Into the void of her passing
Some collapse to suns others fragment
Well beyond the grasp of her horizon
My mother is a black hole, engine of creation
Yet God the father never showed his face
Mother’s spirit, far from holy
No triumph in the son’s martyrdom
Only the pain of driven nails and
The hanging body that smothers itself
My mother is a black hole, and I know the answer
That science cannot give: What lies behind?
All the light she ever swallowed
The ruined phantasm of a normal family
A boy who doesn’t have to make up stories
To paper the walls of barren space
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