How gracious, giving, odd-a-Medea Mother Earth is, that casually allows

the sticky fingers of my offspring pluck hers whilst in their very prime

The sugary, inciting scent and sanguine, blush flesh ominously arouse

their uninhibited watering glands and ushers them to a gluttonous crime.

What a ruthless, audacious Demeter is I who reaps and sickles the seed

-the splendid fruit that through much anguish emerged off Gaia's womb-

 so mindless of her splitting labor pains I accept the sacrificial deed

and gratefully let the belly of my child be another mother's child's tomb.