Walking with back-bending weights, trotting
along with tired feet to meet the hungry and
haughty demands of whoever has enough
money to order UberEats.

A mother of God knows how many, ferrying
soulless food through rivers of gas-guzzling
cows and self-absorbed guppies so she can
feed the souls of her soul, who may give
thanks to God but always forget to thank
their mummy.

Such is the devotion and isolation of mothers
and...