working in a house divided

my mother smiled back from her final curtain call
her teeth
white and polished in
the distillation
of another spotlight
captured
only
the essential aspects of
the moment
that
though
unresolved
remained alive inside the
five star headlines
screaming their message
through the night

I was working in a house divided
anticipating
the usual resistence
until
the light
borrowed
from the moon
reflected off
the victims' eyes
busting their creative chops
and
grinding their frugal histories
back
into the status quo
of the street's hip collateral
that paved their way home
into
the side walked cracks of world's revenge

but time was behind me now
as women
opting
for sperm banks
in
the first come
first served credo of the day
infiltrated the
planned parenthood
urban
concentration camps
and
spread their
option giving rhetoric
across the
ashphalt
bhurka free
developements
of weeping angels born again
in the
don't ever
let 'em see you cry agreement
of tomorrow
moored
to
the shifting sands of time
and profit margins
and bottom lines
and love for sale