Deliverance

By Margaret Van Every

Foot and fist embossed on the belly,

time came when the womb had had

its fill of you, your punch and kick.

The membrane that once swaddled

you so sweetly, now a shrink-wrapped

garment was, binding foot against face.

Coiled homunculus ached to unfold

like buds, leaves, and wings.

But humans

cannot uncoil with balletic grace

like nature’s other tight new things.

The solo journey to light, so smothering,

crushing and hot, delivers the fetus

by force and presages future travel

to unknowable states of being.

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