i had the fetus in my hand & had to put it in the bin
i d lost a lot of blood there
were pools of it on the floor
they could see i wasn t well but they were still wanting their supper made
it s a clumsy paw difficult to fill
separate fingers are dark areas only roughly in existence
a webbing or some line sheets across
`the way he would wait for you to go home'
the steel voice, her metal, its skill in section
the strong fluid of attachment there was
`i am not the one you wanted to lie down with'
`that is not yet so'
`yes it is so'
put into the ashes a stone for each
he s a grown man & he still thinks of you
yes I m sure he does