So They Murder Our Birth


From The Down There

Our throats start to quake


               the sniping is coming

Our bearing is deformed

And Gowned Men

throttle dead Newborns

                   lifted from the bunker nurseries

There's no course of action in The Down There

No fire extinguisher I can rip from the wall

then use

       to cave in Their baited heads

So I heave

So We're cut to fuck in The Up Here

So They

                 murder Our birth