How to Kill a Nest in the Walls
Put the children to bed.
Crawl out from the sanctum, sleep-heavy.
Dawn thick fabrics head to toe and
put aside the rest of your preservation.
Silence the contradiction of the deed,
its gibberish irony,
a mad ringleaderís bellow.
Enter the ring, overweening.
Do not be too cautious with your precious bodyó
a sting or two is no consequence
for their gagged sleep.
Pause to marvel at lifeís insolent flame,
laughing in the face of a universe
constantly trying to stomp it out.
Hose in hand, bleed the nest,
each little body plucked leaving the hearth colder,
vacuum giggling at its buzzing tickly tummy,
a red drunken clown.
When the home is hollow,
All mourners stomped out,
open the wallís ribs and tear it out,
a hollow handmade heart