The tears of old children crowd I draw them on a white hair throw in the air the wet chain and wish that I'd had a mother No sun that shines to me No chest has cried milk In my throat a pipe is placed Have no navel in my stomach Mother I was not allowed to lick nipples And no folds to hide No one gave me a name Sired in scurries and without sperm The mother who has never born me I have sworn tonight I am going to give her a sickness And then drown her in a river Mother In her lungs lives an Eel On my forehead a mother mark Delete it by knife's kiss Even if I must die Even if I must bleed Mother give me strength