Reality of Mothers

Oh so Modified
      Vilified
Crucified
        And finally
                Justified

Breached tinsel and hemp
Forged with tears made hot
By molten centers
Of child
      Of kid
          Of wanna be adult
               Of wanna be kid
                  Of child
            Of baby
     Of womb
Of nothing

Tis something this

Vacuum filled of icy past
     Reflecting wolverine horrors
           Made sweet by sword tainted nectar
This funnel fed chalice
     Brimming ghosts of fathers past
           Whirlpools to bedrock mothers
Maverick chaos festoons sheared fractures
     Satiate appetites forlorn
        Reach to grasp the filigreed dust
             Once Time's holy grail

Constant motion
    Its patterns but spiraling interstellar dreams
Fashioned by today
    While forgotten tomorrows
        Embrace sanctioned yesterdays

We wear it on proud lapels
Trusting it exudes our salvation
Wisps
Clouds
Exhaustion

Tis something
This reality of mothers