BORN

coughed free in red twine to adrenaline joy

or

clipped and lifted in scheduled surgery mornings

hungry and screaming for air we've not ever breathed

or 

blown coolly out

a miracle

or 

an essential mundane act of breeders

bursting and burping 

every minute and everywhere

and death - equally essential 

gruesome 

grotty 

or 

ridiculous 

ends in a Big Peace

back to where before we were born

this is never called a miracle

i wonder why – there IS still shopping to be done