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We tumbled into this life
knowing how to become stones
us star light gate keepers
who pushed the world
through our wombs
in the onyx dawn of
chaos
Only to stumble in the
night
over discarded petticoats
suckle babies
not our own
warm the bodies of creatures
thinking themselves men
fan flies away from fish
for a tuppence worth of
hope
muzzle identity
and cultures melody
to clean toilets
in the land of plenty
squeeze curves into
less magnificent molds
to keep the sun out of their
eyes
and bend smiles
into white flags
to dodge hatchets
in the corporate gaundet
Yes,
Mamma knows
how to become like granite