Babylonian Baby
There was a woman on the water.
There she was by the sea.
On the tides she dragged the cultural womb,
A false mother that birthed you and me.
Her head’s pearled with envy,
And Pride beads her feet,
Her dark eyes bide the time
As you sow, you shall reap.
By her blood borne
it dies.
By her blood borne
it dies
and smoke-clouds rise.
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