a fierce babe, a thick wailing beast
nurtured by this piercing wind, the milk
from his mother's breast - his suckling exchanges
one thing white and pure for another white and wretched
i imagine the birth must have been brutal, as the babe
continues its weeping and his mother seems not worried
of her son's cruel nature - a post-partum apathy
that wrecks our eyes and face and feet and hands
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