Beside The Infant's Cradle Sits The Hearse

S Sheena Blackhall Sheena Blackhall
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When I was ten I thought that I was dying Beside the infant's cradle sits the hearse For blood seeped wet as roses through my skirt Inside each woman lives God's deadly curse I thought my life was ebbing, red, away Beside the infant's cradle sits the hearse I fled home from the school on terror's wings Inside each woman lives God's deadly curse She sat me down, my mother, cleaned me up Beside the infant's cradle sits the hearse You are a woman, now, and full of sin Inside each woman lives God's deadly curse Each month will bring you pain for forty years Beside the infant's cradle sits the hearse Because of Eve who so betrayed the world Inside each woman lives God's deadly curse You must not sit upon your father's knee Beside the infant's cradle sits the hearse No hugs, no kisses, that all stops from now Inside each woman lives God's deadly curse She told me Men can't help themselves, they're weak Beside the infant's cradle sits the hearse From now on, I must keep myself apart Inside each woman lives God's deadly curse Oh what a weary time to carry sin Beside the infant's cradle sits the hearse An entire gender destined for the bin Inside each woman lives God's deadly curse

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