Mother, Father, Sister, Brother.
All four and me.
Monograms of "NIN" and "DEATH"
etched on arms with bloodstained steel.
through plexiglass windows
loved ones numb without expression.
Emotions ground to ash
and left in the pestle.
by suicides seductive Sirens.
Beckoning me to listen
to hear their song of permanent peace.
Through weed-rotted fields of past mistakes
From her mothers womb into my arms
cherubic cries greet the world.
She smiles at me with awestruck eyes
searching for a promise
As my soul's restored
and my life's quest clear,
I see in her, for a time,