Mother, don’t leave me…
the last words I said to her.
as she walked away
but I understand
why she had to leave me there.
I had no father.
The Father found out—
He who protects our small flock
… all except for me.
But I have no blame.
Out of wedlock, I am cursed.
I bring misfortune.
For my father’s lust
I am left here, food for wolves
atonement for sin.
They return in Spring
to burn my small bones with salt
to quiet my soul
placate their god and
chastise my mother for love
and I will be gone...
except she made plans
to keep me here forever.
A bargain in blood
a packet of herbs
a lock of my baby hair
and maternal rage.
I am food for wolves—
a blessing for their bellies—
atonement for sin.
When the flock returns
I will whisper, just for her...
Mother, I won’t leave.
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