Son, Mother And Herbalist Poem by Monarchist Oleg

Toothless mouth gaped in wails, wails of a grown widow
High pitched wail for aid, aid of a herbalist
Deep gurgling on swallowed tears followed
His smile was rotting in despair and anguish
Cutting through his flesh savagely, no nerve spared
Keen to overwork his pain glands, forth and over the board
He wailed wailed and screamed some more
Watching in horror, the clueless struggle
Of a mother...
Against another mother, more powerful