Our 'Hunger' Is Your 'Emasculation' Poem by James McLain
Our 'Hunger' Is Your 'Emasculation'
Before they came
we were happy
and simple
and love was different
and thier love now.
Fields thick with grain
moving winds
clovers fresh smell
free moving streams
catching fish.
She happy and plump
pleasantly so
fat and full
moist and firm
each one dripping
sumptuous feasts
milk for each child.
Now black puddles
worthless pools
thick and foul
killing all who lived
but they.
One has blown away
thin as the reed
are we
while i nurse from one
daughter the other
as mother tries to gain
her
strength from mine, me.
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5/8/2024 9:21:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A hugely painful read iip! I don't quite understand the title, but if it implies, in order for One to be Emasculated, another must die/cry? Then this is life, but the eternal link of kinship, can never be broken. We live in a decimated world, we just have to make the best of it, for us, for our children. Always with hope, smiling at you Tai