man made
in ecstasy
it pained his mother still

that some poor woman
would suffer like her

made heavy her heart
a mouth on her breast

man made
in ecstasy
it pained her mother still

that one day she would suffer
without any promise

save
a mouth on her breast

one born to fill
the other to await
their mother:

a promise in her womb
a half chance at ecstasy

she for one
looks elsewhere


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