Another mother

Just as my own had gone out of the mind
Another mother came to night in light words
Spoken at the moon that hid still in clouds.
The night generally prevailed on the road.
A machine then kept whirring at the back
The machine that churned out hard words
In the night’s vast wastes across a dark sea,
A sea of words that surged in old thoughts
Like the sea behind humming casuarinas
In old custom houses sitting pretty morose
As a white spit hurled at them in contempt.
The night swallowed her too in its memories.

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