Daub the
sides
to
shut out brine
and
place you inside
caul-curled
and perfect
to
ride
the weeping waves.
Do they whisper
as they waver
to your cries ?
I afar
Between the reeds
Beneath the sun
Beyond the walls
of home
Outside
bob to your hunger
as the waters spit their anger
at my feet
You see a face
lean in
I see your mouth
suckling
arms flail, frail.
She takes you from
your dark womb
your tomb
Encased in shadows
I wait for the river
to gather you
to her broad breast.
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