Mother

Two are falling on the ground

One lands right side up 

The other can't be found 

 

The tide brings in 

A large open mouthed scream 

Part of me thinks I must be asleep 

 

Beauty tainted with matters 

Of sainthood, borders and ladders

Would it even register 

If your mother was calling you home to her

 

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