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Villanelle: Too Late Too Few the Tears She Sheds On Cradle
Villanelle: Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle Bosom-fed mouths sing no tame lullabies Innocence raped in the womb heeds no fable Each child on its own must its life enable Who would re-crush the seed ram the egg with lies Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle Bad enough the baby’s plucked through tight stable Wrapped in a putrid bag stink slime stuck on eyes Innocence raped in the womb heeds no fable Animals all trained to rut machos enable None sneak in on the sly sans broken horn tries Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle No engine smokes to cut lifeblood off cable Nor let pistons lockstep shunt through torrid sties Innocence raped in the womb heeds no fable Monsters all baked in ovens below navel No use pretending we are the scions of skies Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle Innocence raped in the womb heeds no fable (c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
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