Father, why couldn't you love me as I needed to be loved? Mother, why didn't I love you as you needed to be loved?
Love is business, my son. He sells
it to you, you, Small Change, you trade it back, interest paid.
The gigantic
carnival float of a hand, whose job it is to dole out everyone’s quota of
irrelevance…
You! You! You and You… Moves over
the land in stereo surround sound thunderclaps, cosseted in biblical scale black
cardboard cut-out clouds, absolving those who are no longer germane, like a
priest absolves the sinful as they cannibalise the body and blood of… Jesus
Christ, zigzag lightning!
Padre
¿Por qué no me quisiste
cuando tanto te necesité?
Madre
¿Por qué no te quise
cuando tanto lo necesitabas?
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Mother Earth, image and texts © David F. Brandon, 2018.
