The Receptacle

THE RECEPTACLE

Pay for the services
Of a receptacle
For the moment of release,
All tensions, pains and dreams
Unfulfilled
In the receptacle.
Dropped off in a moment of
Disguised
Passion, not
Threatening, yes, but, not important
Not as important as the evacuation
Into the womb, or tomb
Into the receptacle
Where a nurturing spirit waits to receive
All that’s left in the receptacle:
Ego, pride, insecurity and lies
Of the lost, but, not dead
Embraced tenderly, rejuvenated,
By the receptacle.