The unseen hand pushes his small,
The heel of a holy palm forcing
Divinity out of her rage,
Being swallowed by the night in
The father holds her back as she strains
Red veins emptying towards the source,
Shaking knees and hands tangled;
For the love of God, just pull
It out, drag It out of her,
Let it be done!
From the stricken cunt comes forth
Blood and water and God,
Black eyes blinking lizard-like in
A wrinkled face,
As old as the world.
Thick cord stretching,
He struggles plaintively against that
Unusual tethering whilst his
Small lips and tongue first taste
Salty sweat from her heaving navel,
Her best gift, too bitter for
That child, who wails.