I cannot touch you, mama
For if I do,
I will only feel your slick blood
And your slimy bones
Where the flesh has been ripped away.
Their mouths are stained
And they weep,
But their tears are not enough
To wash away the filth.
They offered, mama
To take away the agony of hunger
And give me the life
That you have left behind.
But how could I taint myself
With the blood of my mother?
I cannot touch you, mama
And I cannot look;
Not at your reddened, devoured carcass,
Not at their gruesome faces,
But only wait to join you.