Big Mother   mother's eyes are   veined and watching   she hears all of our   talking   mother's hair and   thoughts are   tangled like car crash   meat and metal   mangled   mother's womb is   taut and swollen   she engenders blind   children   their mouths are   opening wide, spits   all her ideas inside   mother's hands   are long and whipping   my spoiled back is ripping   mother's words   manifest in rocks   carved by men with   broken cocks   mother sits in    white house chairs   makes all bedwetters   scared   Big Mother cracks my hand.