Back in the days of milk
And breasts of soft lip-like
outs. Youngster silenced and
riled, by wellmotherchosen
routs. Kneeling to reunite,
bruising to oozes whitened.
Forgets righteously yield
route fa-therssly lighted.
Talking to ponded clouds
And to the entrances locked
Fastened for love revealed
drowned in must-to-do talked.
Gaping for tears dabbed
Loving sight of a grey
Slaying twines of a birth
Cords. Chords never played.
Mothers. Mothered not. Brought
to the world of pain. Bringing
pain to the world. Giving. Lame
harvest lame. Up and down
and right. Clay to the gods
unnamed. Clay to the goods
sold right. Redpainting gates…
t’s to late.
Back in the days of milk
© Copyright: Fern, 2003
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