My big hooded seal, dead on the snow,
enough food to let me stay home for a while.
I snuck to hte back of the hut to surprise my pretty wife
who hadn't seen me for days. I saw instead my mother
with her shirt open, moving her breasts up and down.
She was singing, "Sleep with me, my dear little wife."
The women I loved giggled together. My wife
was the female, my mother the man,
with a sealbone penis strapped to her waist.
I had to punish my mother. I struck her so hard
that I killed her. I urged my wife
to come with me and leave our hut, that my mother
had placed a curse on it. My mother
was as dead as the seal I killed, blood spurting
from her lip, the snow pink beneath her.
My wife was in shock, crying,
"You killed my dear husband."
She wouldn't look at me for days.
She wouldn't eat the seal meat.
She wouldn't stop her crying.Vagina
