heritage

heritage

the past runs strong in me
speaking in strange tongues
i stake my claim to my own blood
and sweat
toil
and dust and seed
reaching back to the flesh i originated from
these bones once walked around in another body
these feet once walked another path
science (and my heart)
teach that matter is eternal
and the clay of my limbs
was once shaped from another


motionless snow angels

the skein of ice breaks slowly
first head
then body
limbs
sinking into old snow
the contrast of my skin and snow
sets me aflame
heat melting out the mark of my body
so that even after i leave
you would know that i was here

the sky does not judge me
the way i had wished it would
the curves of my body open carelessly
to the whims of elements
i am waiting for a sign
that i have been forgiven of my sins