Our 'Hunger' Is Your 'Emasculation'

Before they came we were happy and simple and love was different and thier love now. Fields thick with grain moving winds clovers fresh smell free moving streams catching fish. She happy and plump pleasantly so fat and full moist and firm each one dripping sumptuous feasts milk for each child. Now black puddles worthless pools thick and foul killing all who lived but they. One has blown away thin as the reed are we while i nurse from one daughter the other as mother tries to gain her strength from mine, me.