One, two, three,

Drip Drops of me,

Into the pot,

As it begins boiling.

Stirring and toiling,

My blood still cold.

A heart so shattered,

Ground meat was all

Just the means…

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To stuff sausages,

Plump,

Primed,

Skin sweating,

My fat exudes,

To an earthly beat,

Bursting meat.

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Of the mother,

I beg,

“Peace, water, rooting…

Won’t you please???

…just this once,

for me…”

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The rain comes,

Cleaning me,

Tears from cheeks,

Blessing the pot,

Filling the cup.

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Next come up:

Potatoes, carrots, a rad-ish…

Or four,

Through the cracks,

Of my unmopped floor.

Into the sink,

Freshly cleaned.

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A deafening silence fell,

As did I,

To the ground,

The fire in me squelched.

“Is this the peace you need?”

Terra rang out.

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It was the depths of a cave,

Dark,

Lovely,

Hardly still, yet,

My ears wept for a familiar sound.

My heart suddenly rang out:

NO!!!

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The pot spilled;

I would stay hungry in belly,

But my heart had its fill.

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