Clinging to her dried bosom I seek the nectar of being,

as she shirks me to the abyss of flesh and says

Seek no more. Let us trade an eye for an eye & an arm for an arm.

And let me teach you the art of excel.

Let us feed on the dead and let me still teach you to live with poise.

Let me make you mundane and let me maim your hands in receiving.

Let us dry the salt of our eyes & let us plough contempt and yield the spineless.

And still will you be victorious as you... my chosen one....

Mother....