Virginal Milk
Donald P. Goodman III
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We are children, all helpless, unable to walk or to speak as
we weep in distress,
inconsolable, suffering mightily, longing for motherhood's
gentle caress;
but then even when held in those soft, loving hands,
screaming endlessly nevertheless;
there's no remedy but for that virginal milk, the one thing
that we all must possess!
The young woman, all flush from her childbirth, aglow with
her sweat and the cries of her pain,
and the stars, twelve in number, surrounding her head as she
struggles her breath to regain,
and her child crying out for her breast and the taste of
what life and good growth can maintain:
the good life-giving nectar of virginal milk, which no power
on earth can contain!
When the dragon who waits at her birthing-bed, hungry, and
hoping her child he can eat,
batty wings spread out wide, with his dripping teeth bar'd,
eyes aglow at the thought of his meat,
any child of this lady will hesitate not, and will know
to what he must retreat:
to the virginal breast and its virginal milk, ever
strengthening and ever sweet!
For we children are helpless, cannot help ourselves, and
without mother's milk we would die,
for the jaws of the dragon would sweep us away as for
mother's sweet aid we would cry;
but we suckle and grow, and gain strength as we go, and that
nightmarish beast we defy:
for the Giver of Life gain'd his life from this breast; for
this virginal milk do we sigh!