There is a Singing Mother by Kasimma

Oh, Mother

Of the singing specie

Of the water specie

Feed me life

For my soil is an ocean

Of water and of blood

Yet, I lay caked and cracked

By misogyny’s drought

Mother, sing to me

Of the feminist specie

Mix me, Mother, a shot of brains

A stew of liver

A bread of skins

Let me grow nails

To pull myself up

Chunk by chunk

Organ by organ

Of water and of blood

Sing, Mother

Forever

That in your chalice of earth

All skin is friend

All blood is red

All prayer is heard