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Poetry | April 2019

Birth Rites

By Susan Auerbach

Every week at birth class it’s the same
story the same flooding as we watch
a grainy movie of our long-awaited journey—

darkened sanctum heave and sweat
naked woman half-reclining
midwives kneeling rubbing soothing

sudden blur of other flesh arriving
at her portal like a lantern
in the darkness fingers coaxing stretching reaching

till with wild ancestral cry head
appearing disembodied wide eyes shut
like ancient statue incantation louder faster

shift and groan the final push out
shoulders flop like fish then trunk and legs
in slippery heap offered up to waiting breast—

we all flush with cheering weeping beaming
mother at the finish glistening newborn
and the thickly twisted purple cord

a relic from another world.

Tagged: April 2017

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