Misunderstanding

i don't understand

porch lights guiding

dead babies home

to where they were killed

theoretically

by their restless young mothers.

i don't understand

the concept of

forgiveness

or of justice

for something that's been done

and done

and over.

i don't understand the platitudes

the morbid vows of meeting death

on some mythic otherside

dead relatives peering over us

as we paint our nails

or eat french fries

shower

argue

fuck.

i don't understand

the voice you say i'll hear

there is nothing left to say

there is no way left

to say it.

i don't understand the colors

people see that come together

making Signs and

Omens

Portents from beyond

as if energy could manifest

and show you love

from skeletons

and rot.