West of Everything Else

Look at you, Eve,
On the edge of your world
Quiet in the wind
You’re a pregnant girl

And your son is a murderer
Your daughter a whore
Your grandson the father
Of a billion more

Your daughter’s a poet
You are her muse
And she can write away
Mankind’s abuse

And your son’s a farmer
And that prairie there
He can clear out the brush
Plant food everywhere

And your grandson’s a prophet
A mad lovely jewel
He can save ten billion
By acting a fool

And you are my mother
Somewhere I’m there
Between your dirty bare toes
And your wild-smelling hair

I stretch from the grass
From the pollen and spores
See your wet eyes
Touch your fingers once more

Surrender to the wind
I fall across the sea
Where death, life, and death
Will work its way to me


-Jared St. Martin Brown

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11 thoughts on “Mother

  1. Jingle says:

    you have brought mother’s character to life.

  2. Beautiful writing. Very vivid and thought provoking!

  3. I love this. Thank you.

  4. it ending very beautiful….
    wise words flows like a river.
    I got the message.. 🙂

  5. amyjosprague says:

    wow I really, really love this, my favorite poem so far! The pace, the story, the rhythm–all excellent!
    amy sprague

  6. Okelle says:

    This is my favorite set of lines:

    Between your dirty bare toes
    And your wild-smelling hair

  7. i like this poem. interesting style. 🙂

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