Poems

Child, Go Home

Child, go home
You have no home?
Then go back to the womb
No mother's womb?
Go to your father's seed.
Your father is nowhere?
Go to your mother's womb
The womb's egg is barren?
Then little one flow away
In her menstrual blood
Just as her
Desire goes down the latrine
You too go
Free the girl now
Child, go home.