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Poetry | June 2013

Labor

By Mark Bennion

She pops her head
through canal and seal

of blood and sweetened sac,
arriving on the maternal hinge,

pushed, thrust through, catapulted into hospital
air, a prunelike patchwork of clay

and bruised pelvis, stroked
with estrogen’s flair and exhalation,

a talc head, in full twist
like a ventriloquist’s dummy,

aloft in more of a whimper than a scream,
alone in this heat-drop, the body

frantic for equilibrium, the glare
and white drug of artificial light,

and the nurse blinded by weight
and length, footprints and red

hair, eye drops and shots,
streaks of blue and veins thin as pins,

pure as the flesh of gums,
the head tries to lift, nudge us

into the wonder of its soft spot, to something
more than the boxer’s eyes and bubble gum

cheeks to the awe of breathing to the fire
of sucking to the hard-won grace

of knowing this pungent yet beautiful air
of struggle, eating, and sleep.

1 reply on “Labor”

Sarah W. Bartlettsays:
June 16, 2013 at 5:35 pm

Breathtaking, Mark. The most moving birth poem I’ve ever read. ‘Stroked with estrogen’s flair and exhalation.’ Stunning! Thank you so much.

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