It was a baby blue,
passing from a darkness to another
Did it ever live? they asked.
A pregnant pause announced its arrival,
bated breaths, waiting for the singular cry,
But it was only a body snared in itself.
The nurturing was a noose,
Vestigial ties to another life,
It was a twisted beginning in the end.
Too late to disentangle life from death,
the cries came muffled from the mucky sheets,
Was she ever a mother? they asked.
She yearned Freedom, Life, the bloody bastard,
delivered; kicking and screaming,
as it deserted her loins.
passing from a darkness to another
Did it ever live? they asked.
A pregnant pause announced its arrival,
bated breaths, waiting for the singular cry,
But it was only a body snared in itself.
The nurturing was a noose,
Vestigial ties to another life,
It was a twisted beginning in the end.
Too late to disentangle life from death,
the cries came muffled from the mucky sheets,
Was she ever a mother? they asked.
She yearned Freedom, Life, the bloody bastard,
delivered; kicking and screaming,
as it deserted her loins.
