One Child Two Child Wailing And Wild

Urgent darkness hunts us south, while my stomach churns with childbirth He waits. Foetal juices of blood and life baptise this child from my womb He waits. I wash my child with sand of red, avoid newborn eyes of trust He waits. A feeble cry escapes the grave. I watch it enter Heaven He waits. red band black man husband and father gently holds our toddler daughter he has watched mine now I watch his back survival dictates our nomadic trek We walk silent strong in single file fashion, stumble our way to the mission He waits. I bite and kick and scratch and scream “Don’t take this child from me!” He waits. We sit broken together. Darkness waits.