Warmed-up leftovers suffice
For heaven's last meal
Even more delicious
The next day on earth
Of course ravenous helps
The wolf soul descend
On the sleeping infant
You've grown into again
It must be this helplessness
You love to come back to
Always crying out to be cared for
Free of all guilt and shame
And more beautiful than ever
Hearing your name
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