my father bleeds

my father bleeds his voice into mine the womb was a communication with my mother i am a song that sung deep with the belly of the universe a whisper that grew and became something entirely different breathing a breathe my own a separation from the things that made me what i am i am only who they are together and something else entirely i am what is left when they are no longer i am the seed from the felled tree the new birch that spreads its own limbs i am bust that will be dust again i am the ashes of my fathers eyelids when he slept i am the curve of my mothers hips and the weak knees of my grandfather i am things unknowable and i will be the same for mine when my voice bleeds into another