Pain in this 4 A.M. Wilderness

digging deep
into this rotted meat
suburbia stifled screams
in the 4 A.M. wilderness
rich green lawn
fed on blood
hands clawing into wet earth
digging up the bones
skeletons in the lawn
not the closet.
darkness enterprises
to rip the stars
from the uncaring sky
the baby cries
but no one cares
a child weeps softly
into blankets of shadow
vomit out the pain
i don't want to live
death surely better
then this soiled, sordid life
no escape. . .
i weep
over the harsh smell of bile
cold inside
forever frozen.

ŠNovember 6, 1997