rebirth

make the night
go away
into the night from where it came
make street lights
dance into silence
as the dawn fears it's own birth
the moon should
shun itself back to it's night
where skirts tear
words dance
in eratic gyrations
that leave one drooling
others mystified
left with words dancing
in the front of their tongues
that go on pilgramage from exchange
mothers shun
fathers hide
sisters died
brothers fled
and all said and done
the box and the womb are neither made of pine.