Labor
Pains
Through
ruins of fields and dwellings the wind blows the pollen at night Earth quivers
with love with travails improvidently the conqueror makes believe tales of
impotence of interminable surrender.
Arab
Aurora Tell the occupiers: Childbirth is a trance throbbing: out of the agonies
of mother land a wound brings forth life for dawn's twilight cracks at the cusp
where the rose of blood meets the she-wound.