They gave my mum a molecule
“To dry your milk” they said.
They gave it too, to other mums
Because their womb had bled.
And still the beast rolled in her veins
And passed into her son.
Born with a split epiglottis,
Of an aneurism he is gone.
They gave my mum a molecule
After he was born.
They gave it to sell more baby milk
And another life was torn.
And still the beast rolled in her veins
And passed into the next.
He was born for alcohol
And took his own life, vexed.
They gave my mum a molecule
That had never been through tests.
They gave it too, to other mums
And now they lose their breasts.
And still the beast rolled in her veins
And passed into the twins.
One born for anorexia
The other believes he’s a sin.
They gave my mum a molecule
Though the test mice had all died.
They gave it too, to other mums
And our organs are shriveled inside.
And still the beast rolled in her veins
And passed into her daughter.
She has had autistic boys,
So where will end this slaughter?
They gave my mum a molecule
That the body could not shed.
They gave it too, to other mums
And of cancers they are dead.
And still the beast rolled in her veins
And it became my turn.
Born with a teratoma,
In hell I’ve sought to burn.
They gave my mum a molecule
“In very small proportions”.
They gave it too, to others as
A chemical abortion.
And still the beast rolled in her veins
Another sister got her share.
A hysterectomy at thirty-five.
It really is not fair.
They gave my mum a molecule
With a quadruple half life.
They gave it too, to other mums
And now we live in strife.
And still the beast rolled in her veins
Into another child it crept.
My sister lost her babies
And never more has slept.
They gave my mum a molecule
Though the dangers had been proved.
They gave it too, to other mums
Now we have our breasts removed.
And still the beast rolled in her veins
Into her last girl child.
Lost to hallucinations,
Secret terrors in her mind.
They gave my mum a molecule
Between each pregnancy.
It would seem that this suffice
To wreck a family.
And still the beast rolled in her veins
And entered my little brother
Who’s on alcohol and Prozac.
She didn’t have another.
They gave my mum a molecule.
Now they refuse to take the blame
For this poison distributed with
So many different names.
And still the beast rolls in our veins:
Her children’s children show
All the signs and symptoms of
Iatrogens in utero
They gave my mum a molecule
All it’s poison now unfurls
They gave it too, in Australia,
To stunt the growth of girls.
And still the beast rolls in their veins
And her children’s children’s
Children?
Tantine
DES Daughter
