The Black Madonna and her Child
THE BLACK MADONNA AND HER CHILD
TV announces: We are told to make so bold:
Some scenes are rather grim
The water gone, the seed is used
To leave a blackened plain
The ring of pain and death begins
To our eternal shame.
There begins an endless walking
To seek a soothing place,
To wait for help from any source
‘Til hope and strength begins to die.
The young and black Madonna
Exhausted from her load
Squats down upon the dust
To shade her dying child.
With balded head and flyblown eyes
His tiny twisted frame
No artist’s brush could disguise
This all embracing pain
And to soothe, she gently rocks
As she did when they were one
For pain has always been her lot
From birth and work or peace and war
There was no other life
And she screams the endless scream
That echoes in the skies
No sound is made you must kneel down
To see it in her eyes
For now she knows the pain will go
As they are near to die.
But why to you and not to me?
Adams’ seed was common ground
Did you turn left when we turned right
Was that all it had to be
Did simple fate decide your pain
Or was a godhead watching all
Have you had hell upon this earth
For heaven at a distant shore.
A cup of water, hot or cold
Bears no merit here
But many wells and surplus food
Is the least that we can do
Oh! Switch it off, please turn it off
They spring from a different Lore
It isn’t grim, its grimmest grim
And I can bear no more.
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