Pahana Zarathustra

Pahana
My blue-eyed sun
Phoenix
Struggling through the ashes of such agony
Your mother's face I cannot even recall
Only soiled--scraggly--matted
blonde
from a bottle
Together we share nothing
Nothing but a crackwhore

Where are you
My darling young one?
Pulling your little red wagon?
Pull it far
Far from the clutches of our apathy
tiny fingers
tiny feet
Puncturing frigid brown slush
Footprints in the snow
Leading far
Out of this Wasteland

No one to beat you
No one to defeat you
No one to envelope you
With the thick, blundering shell of a warm winter coat
No one to love you
I will love you
Where is my blue-eyed son?

Pull your wagon far
Squeak---Squeak---Squeak
Smoky wide eyes
Dull swirling in them
hollow
Full of life
Zarathustra
A single, vibrant orange against the bleak--
blessing cracked earth with salty rheum
Squeak---Squeak---Squeak

Pull your wagon to me.