I don’t know my children at all
she looked at her son in disbelief
her son had abandoned the body she bore
the body that holds on to her
she looked at the opposite of his birth
she wanted his life
he wanted his death
she looked at his body without him
and everything she poured into it
where is it now
where is he now
she is looking at someone
she was not meant to see
the opposite of birth
I cannot see inside my children
my body as foreign as theirs
how close can we be
death hadn’t looked familiar in his face
unrecognisable
he had felt so light
he had felt so light
and her gaze sinks into him
life immaterialised
death before her eyes
it bears the shape of her son now
I don’t know my children at all
Croque-Melpomene 