Emptiness: a beginning and we are at war. That night we entered your womb; a deformed thing joined at the head: we would spit on you but you are dead and now I must drag your body; you are dead and I must sever your carcass from my skull.
Emptiness: an ending and I am your hostage; strapped to my seat, fearful, sweating, and terrified that I’m next.
Does this ecstasy of death include me?
I am death’s hostage; why does she ask me to join her when she cannot
say she wants me: when she will not give me the value of my life!
Who tallies the value of my life if not she?
Who is responsible for this relentless self-loathing?
You tell me I must love you as hatred seeps from your spirit into mine.
The pursuit of emptiness begins with the fabrication of a perfect lie,
honed to truth, and brutal in its deceptive honesty.
I must bear the humiliation of kneeling to beastliness.
Words and Text (c)Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved
I am that child who watched in horror
as a policeman shot and killed my
I am that child gunned down
at school; my last words were,
“Help me! I don’t want to be here!”
I am that child tortured and beaten
and left in a field to die because
I am gay.
I am that child who listens
fearfully as a rich white lady
on TV says that my life does
I am every child who has ever gone to
Because of the evil of adults who know what
And If I grow up I will shit on your streets
And feed your prisons
And live as evidence of your contempt for life
And the human spirit
And your bestial need for more.
I am the battered face of your hate.
Look at me!
Poem and Image (c) Rob Goldstein 2016
Splendid writing from Daisy in the Willows