Motherwine

You're just a ghost
to me now,
Mother.

I never knew your breast.
Too scared
were you

That I'd lap last drops
from your barren
lake bed?

That I'd coo you
a song as
they once did?

I'm a ghost,
and today I want
to drink

Wine of your breast
To numb the ghosts
before us

A legacy that never
loses the
way

Deafening
descent down
the Motherline.

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J. Swaingrass
Nice--good to see you putting your stuff back up here. Hope you're doing well these days!

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