For The Woman and Her Dead Child

You are bleary
Eye smear color
Smile learn

Hard way.
With fucked skull
Falling baby hole

Limp and God
No tiny breath-
And thus began

Sadness face.
But sadness
Brought beautiful

Eye and always
Right timing
Word-

Knowing there is no
Fair. No nobody
Getting deserved:

There is bastard 
With yours and your
Word makes

Millionaire seem
Awkward fool.
Beneath his cruel

Moon and atop his
Dumb ocean
With his ridiculous

Progeny. Darling
Only one pull
And simple response.

It is movement like
Wave and the 
Wave elegant

Like you. But
Different creature from
You.

No mind, but
Should be sad.
It is fundamental.

And sad is fine.
Divine order
Sanctions

Murder and
Laughing red
Drunk face

The same.
And robs
Beautiful face

Of her most
Precious child.
Being the sorry

Man goes so
Far. Because the
Sorry man has

Word and
Answer not
As bad as vomit,

But not adequate
Either. It would 
Be good if

It were 
Different.

Kemal Faruquee copyright 1998