435 Killing Mother Jan. 14, 2012

Posted on March 9, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Oedipus.
Impaled his Father.
Impregnated Mommy.
Poked out his eyes.
Brother Cain has battered Brother Abels brains
since baboons discovered a use for thick sticks.
And now, humanity participates in Matricide,
the murder of its Mother.
But here the tables turn.
Who will suckle babies if breasts are gone?
Mother is our escape from eternal tomb.
If we don’t have the womb, we won’t need the tomb.

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Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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