THIS BODY
has known the hunger of a gentle touch
has watched the heavy breast get heavier
stroked the bulging stomach
the hunger then red river of death
this body also watched life grow
in its outer shape
a balloon so hungry
determined to suck up all nutrients
and sugars that enter
and finally the pain
pushing out its contents
a coiled he or she
kicking for more space
its song no-one can hear
pushed stopped
pushed again
relaxed again
pushed and pushing
and pushing until
its parcel slips out
with fluid red and pink
a colour I have no name for
like a burst pipe freeing
its contents so the newborn
can be free
a screeching squaling
newcomer flailing
with all its might
empties its own body
ready for the next meal
in the heavy aching breast
full of warm sweet love.
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