Mother and Son

	
Frozen to the floor
   unable to mother
   your world revolves around vertebrae
There you lie writhing in white
   pinned by your spine as patients beep in time
   to your beating heart

   Your fears flow darker
		patients get sicker
	 the beeping gets quicker
   your heart beats faster
	     the screaming gets louder
   Your back snaps
		   The patients get deader


I Am
Let me end your pain
take your fears and call them my own
Let me die that you may live
and know the face of Our Father again
I will step down from this wooden tree
close the wounds of Rome
and return this crown of roses
Ask and you shall receive