The tears of elderly children
I string them on a white hair
I toss the wet chain into the air
And wish I had a mother
No sun shines for me
No breast has wept milk
A tube is stuck in my throat
I've no navel on my belly
I wasn’t allowed to lick nipples
And had no fold to hide in
Nobody gave me a name
Conceived in haste and without seed
To the mother who never bore me
I swore tonight
I'll give her a sickness
And then sink her in the river
An eel lives in her lungs
On my forehead a birthmark
Remove it with a knife's kiss
Even if I have to die from it
An eel lives in her lungs
On my forehead a birthmark
Remove it with a knife's kiss
Even if I have to bleed to death