All their power had no meaning in the face of this crisis, for each pill and injection, each and every additive and spray, was another Pomegranate seed hour of our daughters fertile youth
banishedThe sons shuddered Wombs hollow
Fathers denied offspring
child emptiedWhat of the Family? caverns buried
No mistress/handmaidens hereon unhallowed ground. Weeping meetings of grown men who keep promises.
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