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The Son of the One-Breasted Woman
With one breast
you nursed him, Amazon.
The other, cut away,
to aim at males.
The hours passed
with bated breath,
listening to your moans.
As you fed,
you killed,
and for another prey
you hoisted your sails.
You carried him in a sling
and went hunting.
One day, on a boat in the river,
you laid him down
and sailed far away.
With one breast
you nursed him, one-breasted—
and he became a man,
Sovereign of One,
with corrupted ideals.
Copyright ©
Constantinos N. Makris
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