| small
tenuous life
soft baby limbs
you are not like
your brother
who died
and left me
crying
crying so deep
I thought it would never end
I am still crying
but now I cry for you
to live!
be a young beast, young and
hardy
I will pump you full
of milk
milk from the caballo,
horse's milk,
since I have none, or not enough
for your capacious mouth
so here,
drink and be merry
and later on you will grow
and be large
huge
and you will walk before me
a virile, strong young man
tall and strapping
strapped
your arms
manacled behind your back
the legions leading you
by my bed
while I lie
dying
in the dark
in the future 60 years
then I will wake
suddenly smiling
and greet you my love
and say
I love you
but now I say
live, child,
for that day
and for all the other days
to come!
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