You ripped me from my mother.
I was but a gnat, wholly insignificant
a fly, caught in your web of displeasure
but even then
I knew how cruel this world can be.
You were a jealous god
coveting, the gnashing of teeth
your apologies inconsequential
my voice too crippled to rise and
But in this betrayal I am faithful
licking the back of your throat
until I sleep with the red fern
roots deep in bone
birds above me
mother beneath me.