The tears of old children crowd   I draw them on a white hair   throw in the air the wet chain   and wish that I'd had a mother      No sun that shines to me   No chest has cried milk   In my throat a pipe is placed   Have no navel in my stomach      Mother      I was not allowed to lick nipples   And no folds to hide   No one gave me a name   Sired in scurries and without sperm      The mother who has never born me   I have sworn tonight   I am going to give her a sickness    And then drown her in a river      Mother      In her lungs lives an Eel   On my forehead a mother mark   Delete it by knifeÂ's kiss   Even if I must die   Even if I must bleed      Mother give me strength