Precipitation Licked woman
which is the end of the journey like
Are you the devil, or the penitent?
Mother Earth to breast-feed us
roots less than the lost.
Emptiness in the arms of
drowned in the sea of human children
women, men, gray-haired elderly.
I've seen way too much,
too little known love,
too little drinking the nectar of life,
too little drunk the living water.
As the years have revolved around the
a circular saw life,
and riven by the blades
the surface of my skin
thigh, abdomen, chest plump.
never asking
the price of life.
I've arrived at your destination
over the years have run
trivial trail of seeking work,
and all hope lost
over time.
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