The vengeance of a woman
has made man of you now
Wild flowers, pale memories
Child's hands, gripped horsetails
Somewhere now you belonged
hungry and cripple
And blood like womb's clots
taught you so little
To pull the fangs of a cobra
Run back to your mother's arms
Her love made you so vulnerable
And blood like womb's clots
taught you so little
To pull the fangs of a cobra
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