Mothers
Mothers
in all their blind-driven, driven blind caresses
And plaster-stuck, never-empty chests of neverminds
Sleep, never again, each night of their mother life.
Bedraggled
as a May blackbird, hopping half-starved and careless
to gain a moment singing a whisper to the moon,
fall into a womb convoluted drowse
Washing
down and fending off the black years
of sh...
Tuesday 21st May 2019 3:23 pm
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