A flash in the pan, a wisp of smoke,
a broken covenant. What are we to
think of those who become part of
our families, our lives & then opt out;
leaving collateral damage that turns
cold in our veins, at odds with blood?
Are these truly ‘movable feasts’ in our
lives or are they soon to be as ashes
scattered, as time sweeps up all things?
Pomp & ceremony, a white dress & veil.
Will a decade pass without a retraction
of vows? What will have been the point;
to give seed into the world & cut them
into halves? I cannot say for I have been
the greatest covenant breaker of all. I was
not a ‘movable feast’ for any but my blood.
Ice water surely runs through these veins;
not knowing love as it is defined by timeless
romantics. Disposable, partakers of covenant-
halves, rendered bloody-sure in the severing.
I reaped the whirlwind for my indifference,
lack of contrition. All I know is loyalty and
bloodline. God kept demon-birds away from
my seed with their vengeful, purposed- pecks.
In spite of me, my seed & offspring are blessed.