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November 28, 2016
Poem Before Birth
water, water,
flesh-cord feeding
taut bundle
of woman's belly.
the brow of the child
is first to form,
while gills still
pulse in the jostled quiet.
the long sleep
before birth hypnotizes
until shock of tongs and thrusting thighs
obliterates
the song of falling haze,
blue-red
veins, translucent
skin,
breath, heartbeat
and hunger.
tears and a sometimes
return to the quiet
hearth of stars in their cool
pond, bright blankness.
the depths
and the old remembering.
the waves
without the water.
-- Berkeley, California, 1966
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