Page 45 - MAY Poetry Anthology
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                                          THE DAY A WOMB
                                          BECAME A FLYING

             The womb had two -
            death or life
            that night the woman played
            a language - boomerang game
            the womb turned all weapons -
            whore, bitch, cunt , slut , suicide
            into a straight punch -
            fuck off, fuck off and fuck off
            the moon became full prematurely
            the amaltas were smiling fire
            the tiny life inside
            gave three kicks. one for each -

            male, husband and society.
            the womb became flying horse
            with wings that day
            the song of life was rippling in the sky -
             Fuck off Fuck off Fuck off.

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