Origin
[ Elsa schools her son ]
Bloomed no intention not no notion
of a child but out you came.
What some got natural mothery
know-to-do unborn in me.
I been brought from cross the water far—
every bone a alien never not.
(No soil no roots yall clinch so hard
for home gon’ be my home.)
My flint mama was no lamp to me
nor well my name she gave means iron.
Long nights back home we boiled our sea
for salt to sell the salt.
On me mongst moss and spruce the uncles
and the sofu took their turns.
Time and tide I’d had to burn
to (cauldron) boil the sea and eat the salt.
Himself who was your seed he called me
Steel when he would call me liked my sharp.
Yes once you heard him down the
telephone (some breaths) the line broke off—
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