Daisy Chain II
As a child stalks innocence
among the first blooms of spring
and returns, radiantly grasping
your reassuring skirts, Mother,
and their crushed heads,
severed dutifully to please...
So shall he, my little executioner,
take now my dark beauty,
token to his Fatherland.
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