The Birth

A response to Anne Sexton’s “The Abortion”

An unwanted child has been born.

Unwelcome cries of existence flood the room.
The family members stare in stilted conversation.
This infant, proof of carnal lies once assumed.

Outside the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee
Arching hills past the Virginia border,
Murmurs grip neighbouring ears of the alien blooded-baby.

Her smooth ivory countenance,
Scratches against the stormy narrative of her creation
In a home providing her with reluctant sustenance.

An unwanted child has been born.

Her waning moon of a mother, pulsing with indecision,
Finally decides to return to China for her pleasure quest,
Avoiding the vaudeville show that is the American vision.

Her father, an isomer of a man,
Holding onto his chiral child,
Contemplating his moral lifespan.

Pelvic unity between these skins,
Formed an ill-fated seed
Betraying his blood-bound kin.

An unwanted child has been born.

From his own wound, from deep in the marrow,
The child’s father consented to her birth
And, motherless, she chirps shrill notes of a neglected sparrow.

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