I am Brahma Whose womb carried the seed of this universe Since the beginning of time From my own existences has dripped Like a tiny clot this world Like a nursing mother I nursed my dreams in its veins Nurtured it with my soul
The world The Find that found its founders The Discovery that discovered its discoverers The Land that found its owners The founders, owners, discoverers Who have set my womb alight
My breasts that nursed the universe Now bleed And the heart shatters For who to consider true
A gory game of survival of the fittest Goes unabashed before My waning eyes A mother’s pain remains untold So does Brahma’s.
