“Firstborn”
It was and then it was not
Sweetness of life scraped out
Because it was no longer life
Was it ever?
Our petal strewn road
Blotted, clotted black red
Leading to an empty belly of a home
Vacant the sign says
The occupant is not
Or, is now more than we are?
But not here, for our arms
~ Cheryl Mayli
