ANT-EGG
for my mother
A mother ant
carrying an abundant grain of rice
to the ant-egg,
it looks like your mother's eye.
Now all the food's provided;
if he's thirsty
she'll seek out
milk powder
on which to cry.
"What is this?
And how is this life going to be?"
This is life, and with love like this,
I think it'll be;
lovely.
THE CROSS
for Christ my Lord
Her death
paralysed the left side of my heart,
which controls
all that's right in the mind.
The breath of Jesus
gently stirs the right in the heart
to help think
on what's left behind.
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