Gewitterbildung | a poem

dead men keep me company

in the spirits of the living


I transform in their hands

I collapse in the rooms they’re in

arms so long

reach out to me

flesh wound



you cursed I have no son

I have no son


when you still had a son

when he was still alive

you screeched I have no son

my son is dead

dead to me

you hollered


and he embraced death

and replied my father is dead to me

I have no father

my father is a lost cause


and you wanted him back

your son

once he was dead


I want him back

my dead son


you can’t say it

your voice is dead



but you want him alive now

you want to raise him from the dead

now that he’s gone

now that he has become

what you cursed him to be


oh, what did you hammer into your children’s ears so viciously

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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