Born From Blotches

Born From Blotches
by Robert Paul Gass
The chilly air with little light of sun
Transformed the skin to pale complexion dells
From astral sent to ethers filled as one
The brightness shining permeated cells.
The woman pale of skin was sent to stay
Amongst the snow to bite her skin with white
As blotches left affixing sting for ray
To fetus born as blond of hair with light.
The woman blond of hair was smeared on skin
With sugar berry red in mixture felt
As biting heat with flames from astral kin
To hair of fetus reddened blond to melt.
Inhuman deeds performed on slaves conceived
Taboos for cultures hiding past perceived.