Women of Corinth,
I have come outside to you.
Alone once again,
A vacuum inside my heart.
My home, where once again
I have to be my own Protector
Echoes with the silence of my own misery.
There are no more tears left to cry.
I am the small and delicate creature
Plucked from the bush,
Going about its business.
Ripped from its routine, suddenly
In a new world of large, firm, strong hands;
Timid, a bit frightened
But loving the warmth and tightness of the embrace,
Mesmerized by soft words,
Lovely visions of a bright future
Safe from harm.
Oh so perfect!
The ice-cold lake far back in the forest
Felt so warm somehow.
The flies did not bite that day
Out of respect.
Recognized us as One with Her.
The tracks of the Bear
Fresh, in the soft mud
Showed themselves to us, and we followed
To the place where we would build our home.
Described to me, so clearly
The vision we both shared and cherished.
You told me often
Of the child who would visit your dreams:
A young girl
With lightbrownish hair, the same colour as mine.
Long and free
Blowing in the wind
Along with her white dress
As you walked through the forest
Speaking to her in your mother tongue.
The night I introduced you to my cold and restless friend
Pounding waves and salt-filled mist
Consume your senses as you open the car door.
A flood of emotion
Such as I had never seen
And you ran so far down the long white beach
I couldn’t see you anymore in the moonlight.
Running back to me
And throwing yourself down in the sand and seaweed
You had found your home here
And I could rest inside
For the first time ever.
The Choir of the Frogs performed for us
And the Porcupine showed us his special dance
Only we know the melody to.
Nighttime drives, the sound of the Pigs, and the poutines.
Love is every treasured moment doing ordinary things.
You asked me to take you back to that one place
By the harbour
Where we could watch the lights of the entire city
And the ships going out to sea.
Triple-tripled and hand-in-hand, we walked together
To the rocks on the shoreline
This was the night
When you would lose your mind.
Suddenly, everything we had built
Was dashed upon those blue rocks.
Anxious, frightened, confused
Looking to each other for comfort
But finding none.
No reassurance to be had.
The child was dead.
Before she could ever be conceived
You slaughtered her like a rabbit
Hung her from a tree
Cut out her insides and skinned her
Right before my eyes.
I can still hear her crying
Every night when I try to sleep.
Our hopes and dreams
In that bloody bucket
Full of intestines and slippery organs
Bits of red fur
And small, delicate white feet.
The blood of a child
Devoted innocence, defiled
Stains his hands.
The hands that would take a tiny creature
Win its love and trust
And destroy it utterly.
Helplessly gasping for breath,
Every bone broken,
It lies on the concrete
Wishing for death,
Finding no peace.
“My full, warm enjoyment of all living things
That used to overwhelm me with such delight
And transform the world around me
Into a paradise
Has been turned into unbearable torment,
A demon who pursues me
Wherever I go.”