Way too young

He sends me back into the trees to find the new growth,
he says do not allow yourself to become transduced,
there within is a village and within the village there 

is a child with a goat with a child within.

When the pain trickles down the acid walls,
I will let them share mine says the child,
go and write your name upon it, 

the one fainted not yet painted like your yesterday garbage,
but I could not go and sign as it would not fit,
so I left my smile and super quick

 it was gone,
like smoke screens in the histories or offspring as far as the life can see 

in the fields they pushed the dead and I could not take it anymore.

the thought in wonder if we would all dissipate upon the waking dream
like smoke in a mirror, back to the spigot and the pipe,

 back to the machine.

It seems mean, It was self defense from the past in a moment too soon
he was suckling from his mother and a kid was born into a time of painless love

it took a lifetime in the dark to return home, and it's always about home,

 it's always about the belonging...somewhere, for all the names upon the walls 

a place that listens for the heartbeat bleating of forgiveness, 

where we play back at something way too young and long ago.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, memories of the past, whether distorted or not, continue to follow us until we learn how to deal with them. As you say, it's all about home.

[Corset]

Yes, almost always, thank you john