Motherhouse
All those years
Of sucking leaves
In a house of owls
Will not break the mask
Stone-lipped you
Dictate the stairs
Silence as the
Broken mill of dust.
Wordless, dry
And all foured
Reach the landing;
So you have come home then ?
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