The tears of a crowd of very old children

I string them on a white hair

I throw the wet chain into the air

And wish that I had a mother

No sun shines for me

There was no breast that cried milk

There is a tube that sticks in my throat

I have no navel on my stomach, mother

I was not allowed to lick any nipples

And there was no fold to hide in

No one gave me a name

Fathered in haste and without sperm

For the mother who never gave birth to me

I have sworn tonight

I will send her a sickness

And afterwards make her sink in the river, mother

An eel lives in her lungs

On my forehead, a birthmark

Remove it with the kiss of a knife

Even if it causes me to die, mother

An eel lives in her lungs

On my forehead, a birthmark

Remove it with the kiss of a knife

Even if it causes me to bleed to death, mother

Oh, give me strength