The Birthing

Who can say how it happened
but here it is
and here I am
caught in the mouth of the great tigress
mother earth
birthing goddess
feeling her teeth around my belly
and through my back
sabers of bone.
If I wriggle
look ahead or behind
I’m caught
like a nervous kitten on it’s mother’s teeth.
So I learn to dangle
hang suspended
from the great mouth
of the goddess of the jungle.
Until her movement is mine
and I am pacing
still loose-
And I roar.
Feeling her pass through me
great mother
my lover
as we are born
and lie together.
Tiny child.
My body curled around
like a tigress and her cub.


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