i know my name
and have also traced my roots
i know the lamentation of lord brooke
on his myra -
"...mad girls may safely love
as they may leave ..."
i know my depressed mother
and hear rumours
about my german father
although I am burdened with
their sword
my genes have not spoken
the last word:
my heart beats warm
but my head stays cool
gold and silver
united
in love
I am suddenly overwhelmed with images of the many loves of my life.