We don't stay 23
to the end
the body shifts
it yields
it stretches
and it bends
grows
fertilised life
coughs it out
labours rife
delivered
to waiting
stangers hands
the mid wife
the ooh lahs
the wah wahs
new life crys
strives
through shut eyes
rooting out
crying for
its mother's ******
suckles to nourish
for comfort
for succour
to flourish
at first ****
feel pull of
a now empty womb
now no more
hermetically sealed
liquid echo chamber
organic incubator
more now
evacuated
abandoned life tomb
as cords cut
signals separation
that first wail
a call for independent
new identification
what was one
now severed
becoming two
life brand new

© J.C.