Born Again Again (poem)



The fetus is arriving headfirst

we imagine the doctors smiling

beneath baby blue surgical masks


the suspense of the real

was tempered by a team of these

masked and gloved operators

busying themselves with outsized focus

or readying instruments to bring

this near-perfect universe from its ocean

to terrestrial terrors


the miracles, they'll say - out of earshot

now, the surgical precision of births

now, on life support the moment it arrives

clinging to the whims of cellular concert

stubbornly

forced into

the arms of warehoused discipline

its various synthetic magics

  what spells! thinks no one but the voice


we urinating billions born into the clinical tribe

the spirit infinitely divisible

  Dream mainly of vacations by the sea


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