the woman with the frame-work child
spitting at the feet of passengers
remember when we had principles,
like red and yellow air balloons
rippling and filling the sky
well we were green
bamboo sprouts upside down
drip, feed, water.
i had drunk my fill,
i had had the water of all the rivers
the lakes, the streams.
and then, where are you now,
when the body ruptures
and the streams are split over the earth.
mother, mother stirs the ground.
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