West of Everything Else
Look at you, Eve,
On the edge of your world
Quiet in the wind
A pregnant girl
Your son a killer,
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
awesome…
you have brought mother’s character to life.
Beautiful writing. Very vivid and thought provoking!
I love this. Thank you.
it ending very beautiful….
wise words flows like a river.
I got the message.. 🙂
wow I really, really love this, my favorite poem so far! The pace, the story, the rhythm–all excellent!
amy sprague
Thank you much!
This is my favorite set of lines:
Between your dirty bare toes
And your wild-smelling hair
outstanding indeed.
i like this poem. interesting style. 🙂