Pietà
　　by Steve Scafidi
　　 Before she is turned away

　　 for the last time in the moment

　　 before the new world begins

　　 harrowing her like a field

　　 and the sun and moon disappear

　　 and the stars and the houses

　　 suddenly become illustrations

　　 in a book no longer to be

　　 believed burning to ashes-

　　 before the earth beneath her

　　 rises up through her body

　　 slowly， every green cell

　　 yellowing in the aftermath-

　　 just before this begins and

　　 it begins constantly over

　　 and over in the secret nucleus

　　 of mothers quietly humming

　　 at every second continuously

　　 she breathes the odor of honey，

　　 his hair still the odor of honey.