Childbirth

Syrian Woman

Under a leaf of a mulberry plant
There was a lone fetus – a cocoon
Passing her time, walls as narrow
As the thin skin partition between
Blood veins and air channels

And one day, the cocoon spread her walling panels
And made a small orifice, big enough for an exit
Wings would now fly out, to a mulberry universe

And the tender bald head of a butterfly
Sneaked out through a pelvic cocoon

To suckle the sweetest of nectar
From mulberry breasts

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