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You begin with the twitch of conception,
A long narcotic lullaby,
Until the song vibrates in every cell and bone.
We will never be rid of each other,
So come, come,
The little ones will circle in dance
Striking your face with flowers I loved,
Mocking your toothy grin, but never touching
Your outstretched hands,
Those hands that whistle in the wind--
Here is the broken balance of the blindfolded woman.
I hid mercy away for me.
Take all I got from honest work, the watch, the ring
Silver and cash, the Spanish fountain, the car,
The winter white mountains I skied,
But you cannot have my name--
I leave you an empty locket. It once held hope.
I will the jewel of faith
To the child with the darkest heart.
Lovers will give you my dreams, but never
Crown your head with kisses.
Ah Master, you are not one, but two...
Behind the skull is the face of a newborn.
You are not two, but all beings
Breathing the same air,
And though poets name you "Mother of Beauty,"
I know who you are,
Snake Bite and Venom, Old Scorpion Sting,
Father of the Stillborn, Hollow-eyed Lover,
My Precious Serial Killer,
I walk with you, I march while you keep time
And count my steps...
Sieg Hiel! Sieg Heil, Herr Death! I salute you,
I bow to you. I bend low, but Mein Herr,
I will never lick your boot.
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