Cradled Tenure

The melody of
uninterpreted mothers
is only the word
for daily use
as a centerpiece
to states in shapes
of sobriquet injunctions
customary delivering, upbringing
a generation from colonists courts,
judicial patois with a broken leg
tossed through rusticated portals
assembled at Amsterdam
in the presence of
husbands, to the joy
of their fathers,
outside of Lemberg
outside the gallery,
in the presence of messengers
tight-lipped and tarantismal
convened by strangers
with lentils of milk dew husks.