woman emerges naked & pregnant
from the dense brush, starts eating;
goes into labor, shouts out, what're
u, writing a book! thinking her mate
has come face-to-face w/ his maker;
she squats & taking deep breaths lets
the load drop screaming & crying;
he's no prophet, he's constipated &
looking about for something to read;
woman walks off along the beach; its
warm waves lapping beneath a zesty
orange sky, feeding the tasty juice
from the coiled umbilical to the infant;
the man finally gets a clue but by
now, the woman is gone; it's getting
late & it's time to hunt; it's easier to
feed one than three; meanwhile, the
woman finds a camp of mothers &
children, washes herself & the child;
sits down for a hot meal & is offered
a safe place to sleep beside the fire,
the little creature at her breast; man,
finding a like-minded troop of savages,
excitedly tells them of the creature
w/ three heads & a mouth between it's
legs leaving out that he ****** it until
he got to know them better; noticing
two men holding hands & thinking
he must've taken a really wrong turn