Mouths Sewn Shut

You are my vice, my hate
and envy
My potent organic phenomenon
Worn and lame my soul cries
for division like ions cascading
 across the water

Splitting hairs with radioactive
 waste, syringes sharing particles
 of the sun as they call the moon
toxic

Life vanished, along with that
sorry bird that used to feast  
on dragonfly's silence  
Nothing left , but a faceless  
memory .

Shovel divinity in hungry mouths
hear the gurgle as the sulking cat high
on sedatives sings soft lullabies

Don't look for me
I will be busy over here trying
to mend that garment that hangs
on the wire

The one I will burn in the fire
I will spell my name with its ashes  
While they sew  mouths shut
with this curved needle
pulled from my eye