It is the death by hands
Vacuum aspiration,dilation and curettage
Down the red tunnel,it goes the metal rods
The numbness,pain,groan.
The cannula vacuumed
The future dreams
Empty vessels the cores damaged
All lay still,paralysed.
Mine was the fault to bear
A pain so ruthless to wear
And the hands for help
No white gown could hear.
Here you have no cause to tears
Everything done,clean
Whatever pain is yours
After the haemorrhage.
The pain travelled from depths
Through the tunnel up the chariots
The fathomless pits of wisdom
There it turned silver drops.
The fair hand raised to heaven
Grievances were her own
The dark nights,endless corridors
And the rattling in the cupboard.
As a part of divine purpose
Or vengeance of an untold past
The mourning and howling
Remnants of a wanton fate.
Vacuum aspiration,dilation and curettage
Down the red tunnel,it goes the metal rods
The numbness,pain,groan.
The cannula vacuumed
The future dreams
Empty vessels the cores damaged
All lay still,paralysed.
Mine was the fault to bear
A pain so ruthless to wear
And the hands for help
No white gown could hear.
Here you have no cause to tears
Everything done,clean
Whatever pain is yours
After the haemorrhage.
The pain travelled from depths
Through the tunnel up the chariots
The fathomless pits of wisdom
There it turned silver drops.
The fair hand raised to heaven
Grievances were her own
The dark nights,endless corridors
And the rattling in the cupboard.
As a part of divine purpose
Or vengeance of an untold past
The mourning and howling
Remnants of a wanton fate.
