A midnight Caesarean section

 

In the still of the OT a shrill cry

the surgeon turns his head and smile

forcefully expelled from the womb

by an incision on the wall

the world intrude rudely into the womb.

a baby is born,

 

 

In anger and fright the cry

against the harshness of bright light

against the coldness of the air

against the noise of cold technology

a baby is born.

 

What will his future be, I wonder

will he have the love of his parents

will he have his dreams come true

will he fulfil his full potential

a baby is born.

 

Now snug and warm swaddled in blanket,

he begins to suck his fingers,

he begins to sense his angel,

he begins to feel hunger,

a baby begins to be.

 

 

 

|11 November 2006|