#4 FATHER by Conrad

father
you came too late
a mound of anger had grown
over heart’s divided chamber

father
i waited for you
bound in the skin shroud
of life – death

father
i called your name
when I was laid
on a backstreet abortionist’s table

father
i called your name
when they tore out my ovary

father
i called your name
when I fell through a glasshouse

father
i called your name
when I slashed my wrists

father
i called your name
when my blood
shot into the sky
in a black fountain

father
you came too late
a mound of anger had grown
over heart’s divided chamber