Mother singing and dancing with only the memory
of her sister’s wayward daughter---
We all know the words to the ode
Played on caduceus and abacus and lyre---
the weird sisterhood,
Growing old in the Solomon’s where the money is---
The judgement of Paris
with a British accent is impossible---
Her son yodeling up her ***, truly
the old law says so---mother,
I’ve seen her eyes; body shapeless
as glue and wax and butter---
Giving birth every day, get that---
The mother of the one,
The other mother is her sister---
The candle melting and love dreaming---
I read somewhere the ******* was the first written sign---
If so that would be cool, the source
of all written language and symbol---
Judgement of Paris, the sphinx’s riddle,
Delphi’s oracle say the same thing,
the gravitational wave whirling throughout space
Is that whirlpool preceding all events---
the first mouth eating the first meat of the first mother---