The Dirt

We are spoilage. . .         We are dirt. .        They eat us.

He heard.

                                                                        . . .

We are dirt. .         They used to call us spoilage. .     We will be eaten as soon as we are born. . 

And become dirt. . .    .

Shit in the pit, . . .        after. . .        ,when they eat us. . 

A parturient woman is good. .    We don’t call her mother because she doesn’t think of us as children. .          She doesn’t want to think about us at all. . .     .           Because she knows. . . , that they will eat before we can raise. . .            Grow up. . .           Even a little. . .    .

And the most. . .    , I don’t know how to say it,         they take the baby out of the parturient woman before it’s born. .      One day before the birth. . .     .             A parturient woman dies, of course. . .   .

They do not kill her. . .       She must die herself. . .     .

The stamp remains on her –  «. . . she didn’t want to have a child – so should die alone. .    ».

The removed child is called differently, I don’t know how. . .     .  But not spoilage. . .       That’s for sure. . .           And not dirt. . .    .

So that This one eats who knows who. . .          Who does not exist.

We are little. . .      very. . .    .

We haven’t lived at all. . .              And we don’t know who to love and who not to love. . .       . 

That’s why we love everyone. . .            Always ready to serve You. . .     .

And You don’t even hear. . .     .               Just keep eating and eating . . 

Us.