Only every ****** thing
volunteered for offering
against their will, against the grain
against their soul and flesh and name.
Our Mother of the Not Enough
whose kiss is made of chaff and stuff
to starve the cow whose bell is broke
and tell the flame it's only smoke.
Only every ****** thing
whose throat was cut but still could sing
will curse your words and curse your hand
in every tongue and every land.
Our Mother of the Frozen Pond
the awful ice where darkness spawned
a lonely child who had one too
whose scorn is mixed with pity, too.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 1:09 PM UTC
Only every ****** thing
volunteered for offering
against their will, against the grain
against their soul and flesh and name.
Our Mother of the Not Enough
whose kiss is made of chaff and stuff
to starve the cow whose bell is broke
and tell the flame it's only smoke.
Only every ****** thing
whose throat was cut but still could sing
will curse your words and curse your hand
in every tongue and every land.
Our Mother of the Frozen Pond
the awful ice where darkness spawned
a lonely child who had one too
whose scorn is mixed with pity, too.
Mother's Day 2024
