Mother naked I lay
With the breeze passing over me
The ceiling the white of forgotten messages
Tunes drifting though the room could have been written for this moment
Mother naked I know
She's determined now
Mercy will not pass the barrier of her teeth
and
Mother naked it's reeling and
Mother naked I move to the window and look at the Bronx
Veiled kingdom
It's no longer her mercy that I need
Just to know
Grace hasn't died in her
Mother naked I smile
And look for messages on the ceiling
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Something like Eldridge
Cleaver meets John Lennon