more of a surprise to the baby than the supervising family members in attendance in the delivery room, they, unafraid of the blood and amniotic fluid coating the baby’s first poetic cri de coeur, a screaming wail
for well do they re-envision their own birth
the poet babe cuts their own umbilical chord with a scissors snipping named and engraved SEND, which irony galore, reminds/rhymes with The End, this misnomer a challenge and soon the babe cries out in surprise, it is twins, and the second poem emerging stating in a tone solemnly serious and formal,