tender like chinese pea shoots
her bosom as indifferent to its newest suitors
as they are to her
the progeny ignore her hungered whimpers
as they stave off their own
draining their mother
if they only knew how they furnished their own odd exile
perhaps the full irony would strike them
and conscience curse their mindless feast
but, there is no time to wait for that
the old bitch is hungry again
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