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Child, I bathed you
In scalding hot springs —
My erupting red syllables
Reduced us to ashes.

Do you remember the skies
Before active despair
Flowed estuaries of gold
In the night of my core?

Plates shifted between us
Revealing such emptiness —
Parted by death, grinning
Certain and toothless.

Child, has it been
Over sixty moons since
My breasts cut you off
To suck other poison?