Robin's Egg (Mama Agatha)

they shift and collide-

the seasons of my soul.

beckoned by the tide

that whispers to the evening's foliage 

or, rather, crying now

the robin's egg descending 

which approaches the ground

it lands without a sound.

and the fledgling bird has hatched,

his breast emerges slowly

from the womb that he has cracked,

and now his first notes,

mama, mama,

mama

Agatha... Agatha

rise above the branches, and journey toward the sky

and Mama Agatha grows weary 

as she blinks her long, black eyes

she knows the dawn will come soon

as the fire hits the earth

she's flying to her baby,

to regurgitate the worms

and there the robin's egg lay.

smashed into the ground.

it descended in the night

and it didn't make a sound

but her baby's crying hard

amidst the terror of the fall

and Mama didn't hear it,

all she heard was baby's call

was it dreamed up by the forest?

whose laugh resonates through lungs

of trunks and wind and berries

that roll quietly from the tongue

we hear the jovial calling

of the rocks beneath the soil

and the effervescent falling

of the cosmos in its toil

Agatha, Agatha

you're singing out to me

tell me what compels you

to swallow up the sea

tell me of your troubles

of your day to day to day 

tell me your monotony 

and bow your head to pray

beggars do not choose

and you cannot change your fate

if nothing makes you happy

then be swallowed up in hate

I feel your cease of love

at my absence from the womb

I hear your lies crescendo

when you're moaning at the moon

a million men could have you

they could stroke and take your spine

and none of them would please you

since your heart is dumb and blind

Agatha you're empty,

left abandoned in your doom

your spirit habits nothing

and your soul is but a tomb.

Reviews

[XxKooperxX]

Oh wow this is very good :D I especially like the part "Beggars do not choose and you cannot change you're fate. If nothing makes you happy than be swallowed up with hate."