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Motherlode
In a circle
strewn with corn silk
and suckling maws,
new arrivals call
for Mat’, Mor, Madre, and Morsa, as in moreso,
and so on, all heirs
of Mére and Matka,
Moeder and Madar,
Mater, etc., who know a thing or two about flint and eros, about blessings and loss, who’ve already mined
the walls of reliquaries
filled with carnelian,
guts and lore.
Mum’s the word foretells
a waning, a weaning,
a darkening light.
Mana. Muter. O-
ma. Uma.
Omm.
