HM (October 29,1979 / Portland Oregon)

Tears Of A Mother

We are the marders
and we are the mothers.
We weep, we wail, we cry out in anguish.

We cry for our children
we cry for our lovers
we cry for the loss of a friend or a brother.

We cry hard and deep.
we cry till the skin on our eylids
is crimson and raw.

We cry......

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