Friday, August 30, 2013

all downhill from there

They arrived by
the only home
they knew, a dark
without hunger,
without want,
without fear.
This very space
not only shrank but
ejected them
through a bath
of blood and water,
into a world of
harsh light,
brutal noise,
haunting hunger,
endless need.
Years later we
will fret over
a swat on the rear,
a scraped knee
the wrong soccer coach.
As if we had some
power to shield,
as if the bubble
ever stays intact,
as if the trauma
doesn't start with birth.

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