Orphan

An orphan in his mother's arms
looks up for comfort
She feeds him and abondones him
in equal measures
as he squirms and cries and feeds and dies.

Watching his umbilical cord curl up and die, he
looks up for comfort
She rocks him and burns him
in equal measures
as he tries to mimic her voice.

A mother in her orphan's arms
looks up for comfort
He rocks her and shakes her and feeds her,
and squeezes her
and remembers loving her and raping her
in equal measures
before being born into this pain.

When will this vortex end?