Nervous rumbling in my veins, Cordoned nurses, felling pain, Slow hour’s critical crawl, Led to a naked brawl, Footsteps pacing, weight falling, At the loins, pain shooting, Nerves rocking and reeling, Rollicking laughter relieved strain, God and religion were in again, Spattered the train of bloody slimes, Rendered a cute babe in its prime, An expel from the womb, Painful look, sudden shrill, A relief, a smile, Laughter of doctors and nurses, Body from stretcher to bed, Blood splattered, moment fluttered, Sleep enclosed like night’s den.

From ‘Serenading Poems Part One’

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