Mother's eyes are veined and watching

She hears all of our talking

Mother's hair and thoughts are tangled

Like a car crash meat and metal mangled

Mother's womb is taut and swollen

She engenders blind children

Their mouths are opening wide

Spits all her ideas inside

Mother's hands are long and whipping

My spoiled back is ripping

Mother's words manifest in rocks

Carved by men with broken cocks

Mother sits in white house chairs

Makes all bedwetters scared

Big Mother cracks my hand