Father-Bones

Threshold

Reversal

Tipping point

Father raped Mother

Made her into a Demon

He became stone, while

She went underground

Here are the chimerical children

Born again, now as in the beginning

Though he see it not, know it not

Father made up laws,

Holding himself exempt

Placing nets over the corpse

Forgetting he knit neither

Father in the River

makes his body rigid

His arrogance;

Father forgets his bones will break

First, Mother did knit his flesh

Now he believes she is done away

He is reached his pitch

Of strength and influence

Seeming to grasp all things

Seeming to cover all things

Father believes he will live forever

Father believes he is the highest law

Father forgets his bones will break:

They must, for he makes his body rigid.

Just at his pitch of strength,

Father is at the point of death.

The point of death. Watch him as he falls.

Watchful, now, for the time is at hand.

Threshold

Reversal

Tipping point

We who know these things welcome home our Mother

and do not fear her rage.

Come back into thy body.

We laugh in the face of the Father.

He is no better than a child.