bomb to balm

every feelin
brings a poem
every twinge in the
heart hot home
drowning man clutching
at daughters young
climbing off
the bottom rung
a lot of blood
spilled on the skin
of the world
menarche girl
woman weeping
from the red rift
a man’s bomb
a woman’s balm
bomb to balm
for the bleeding
earth mother

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