Here's a recent one that seems to have
turned out VERY LARGE.... as tall as I am.
"The Death Baby"
Here is the lyric for this one:
The Death Baby
Holes, holes in everything, even bones, even minds become soiled doilies, and the flightless wings of blighted memory are blood-rusted stubs, not bridal lace.
Long ago, I must have been a sorrowful, leathery ape of a child, clambering in the moss-grown ruins of my mother's madness.
On the last day that I had a mind, I remembered walking between hot, copper columns of sunlight, meeting my father's bones and my brother's ashes and answering their questions about my charred, failed life.
On the last day that I had a body, a crone with black smoke wings instead of arms left a pearl-colored child, who was as lovely, silent and stupid as a
fish, in a bundle on my front porch. I knelt and cradled her against my stammering heart, and I rocked the death baby rocked the death baby.
Here's the "work in progress"
on my piece that's going to "Damned
VI" in Detriot: It's called "Our Darling"