Limbo

We are broken and castaway,

a pregnant pariah, a ghoul

lost besides horned branches of grey.

Tugging the fetus where it lay.

That reprobate, the strand it pulls.

We are broken and castaway.

What hatred drove did hotly crave

to separate the fawn and fool

lost besides horned branches of grey?

Every love for the green and gay

reduced to a machine, a tool.

We are broken and castaway.

Fractured, the memories of day

catechism, the lessons of drool

lost besides horned branches of grey.

Twin tragedies: children and play

arrived at last, the nighttime pool.

We are broken and castaway

lost besides horned branches of grey.