by oneiria
To be honest, I had absolutely no idea what to do with this poem. At first, I was caught up with the fact that you had just made the image of a 'mother's volcanic acne' And then suddenly, this is all about the twin towers. My conclusion is that this is either A) a heady satire on view of 9/11 B) serious, and thus executed rather poorly or C) I'm full of shit and this is good work--that I have missed the point. Any of these might be applicable.
A really beautiful invocation of life's self negating nature. The striking contrast between the long, slow development of life and its violent destruction is jarringly well presented.