I came too soon last night saw her arched back
Breaking through moaning sheets, her womb probing
No sleep I thought now how thin her back was!
And do I dare?
Do I dare to stir up my strength and force a crisis?
There’s food on the stove, half-open, half-uncooked
Signs of castrated animal husbandry!
And sighs then, and I do not care anymore
But the worm still moans on I cannot sleep.
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