Baptism

somewhere outthere, inside
beneath it all
beyond the disembodied heads
before bequeathed after
Mother groans and thrusts her thighs,

under the sweating stone and black water
the chasms in which one  remains
to allow a precarious passage
hollow voices in unfamiliar  rooms
the scrape of a chair leg
footsteps the center of laughter
dripping singular you were
real but a moment ago
like the night
sidereal to go forward edges
rough to the touch cold flames

singing children's songs and you fade.
mother screams and the veins are too hot to touch
but must and must and must again
underneath the streams and layers
the faces scratched upon the ledges
blank eyes bled white of tomorrow
hands that claw at your rag
law cowering at your feet
the ivy withering
conglomerate for strangled moan
the inversion the dripping from a great height
cracks upon hitting stone, smell of warm blood
                Eleusis
:Believe in the sunlight
  hands that will hold your own:
The owls herald darkness
Mother groans
the sweat pouring from her brow.