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Mother's Day Poem, A Lament Here in your body yet another needle, ugly tubes running up from the Scotian Shelf. Probes probing the living caverns of your body. The human, the human microbes on your skin's surface extracting your life's energy to heat up their incessant cancerous colonizing. Here's a Mother's Day present Mother: a forest ripped out here, one set on fire there, and poison of a thousand kinds laced into your blood. If we can exploit your tears we will. * * * * Do you ask what your Mother wants? Can you find her? What gift for the brutalized, lying in the gutter?
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