the mad happy woman
on finding some food
amongst the dry ashes of famine,
stuffs the precious dew
into the mouth of the {last} child,
whose teeth are clenched,
stiff with death…
the endurance of her suffering
softly slid a silk worm’s thread,
till the talons embedded
in her head
emptied all out
and
she fell back in a role to {the} earth
to lay, eyes fixed into the sun,
awaiting that which had her undone.
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