i think, from when our ancestors
prayed to the sky for us.
look what we have done
to our beautiful mother.
look what i have done.
see her blood under my fingernails
and weep for her, please,
weep for her and our father.
i stole the sun because they
told me it would bring sleep, but
now the moon cries for her.
i stole the time that was meant
for forgiveness because i’ve already
spoken the words too many times,
they are spilling from my mouth,
like blood from an open wound.
i say that we did it, all of us,
slowly destroying our futures with
bitter drinks and mindless smoke,
but i have always been too scared
to wreck myself.
i am a horrible coward,
a dog who comes when is
called, but never seems to
learn from her mistakes.
it’s sad, really,
your tears for me.