Sunday, 14 February 2010

Momma Buys The Smack

She loves him to the point
of the needle suckling his arm,
Helping him to anoint
that deathly union so calm.

A mother loves her dear son,
With every puncture of his skin,
Beyond the brown opiate gum,
She helped him place therein.

Even as he shivers,
His blue flesh cleansed by morning,
She'll pray he's a survivor,
And promise to always adore him.

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