we cut the trees
and bleed the leaves,
and drink the wine
from Mother’s spine—
her fetal songs,
so lachrymose—
no ****** birth
could save this earth.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
we cut the trees
and bleed the leaves,
and drink the wine
from Mother’s spine—
her fetal songs,
so lachrymose—
no ****** birth
could save this earth.
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