Poem 081, Sonnet 35: Mother! I Am Become A Womb Poem by Samer Madbak

Mother, reverèd Mother, pray give ear
To me, your faithful scion, as I state
Th’ignominy befallen me of late;
What my good brethren did, O goddess hear,
Attend me, crushed beneath the cognate gear
Mother, they trounced me, mangled my estate
Throttled my zest, shaped me a diff’rent trait…
My other half is clear now, Mother cheer!
I am become a living hecatomb
My ashes smell like your entrails, your son
Is nothing but your husband’s eidolon
Your like, mother, I am become a womb!
A reeking tomb, I am become my fate
The last of gods, aye Mother, jubilate!


Adelaide
November 16th 1990