I left my sons there.
cold and naked.
Still screaming
for their mother's breast.
They were born that day.
They reached down
past their throat.
Past their heart
and past their guts.
Past the coils of intestine.
Past the feces and the genitals.
They found me then.
And I gave them my life.

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