Bare stalk of tree thrust
Claw into gut of sky
And mine
Winter-sharp vision
I can see and feel
Everything
Labour pains
Dying throes
Pangs of birth
In tandem
Subconscious memory
Playing out
Beginnings and endings
Fresh flesh failing
Body bent in pain
And adoration
The spirit is willing
Pre deliverance restlessness
Upon us
Mother and child
All over again
Curled up in bed
Whoever lives
Whoever dies
I do not know how
I can survive
Without her
very interesting, like it
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