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Brood Sow

from The Widow by Tom Violence

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The animals sing, their speaking gristle
Broken neck and bloody thistle
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sons and daughters, hanging limp
Shattered ribs up through their skin
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sings the song of the brood sow
Sings the song of the brood sow
My husband, coming from the woods
Knows no different, as he should
Does not see the slaughtered children
Tastes the pie that they are baked in
Hips and thighs, breasts and lips
Muscles hanging, matted strips
Tastes like jam upon my lips
With the song of the brood sow
And with his hand clenched at his throat
He coughs and then begins to choke
His nails are clawing at my face
As I give him a last embrace
He struggles at me, pins me down
Sees the children dead around
He knows the fate that he will find
He knows the fate that must be mine
I hear your call Persephone
I’ll join you soon in Hades
Perhaps I’ll meet my children there
Dancing along in Hades
I hear your call Persephone
I’ll join you soon in Hades

Perhaps I’ll meet my children there
Dancing along in Hades
I hear your call Persephone
You sing the song of the brood sow
You sing the song of the brood sow
You sing the song of the brood sow
I hear your call Persephone
You sing the song of the brood sow
You sing the song of the brood sow
You sing the song of the brood sow

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from The Widow, released February 28, 2020

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