(a)
You took me
Taught me when I was young and eager and you were mellow and dark
You raised me
From a small seedling in the marketplace
To a tree made soap and sickly hands
Fed me
Your invisible meals cooked in
Love me deeply
And spread with Nothings
Bringing
Your mother's words and your father's wits
To my ligaments and bones
You left me
In the blackest place, mellow and dark and eaten.