i, nanny, queen
nanny, chanted slow--
naaah-neee-- a rolling name
i, nanny, torching
souls and cane-fields
with roiling flames
of words like follow me love me
how could it be
i, nanny, warrior--
never bended low
never with child
never with rounded breast
on anyone's tongue--
am the mother of all you marooned?
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