Coupling

Wherever he looks, standing still in the city, are people born of coupling, walking in gray suits and ties, in long dresses and coiffed hair, speaking elegantly, of themselves and of each other, forgetting for the moment their origin, perhaps wishing not to know or to remember. They dress as if having been born in a clothing store. They were born of men and women naked and gyrating from the hips and with movements up and down and with climactic yells, as if losing their lives in the pleasure and so glad, so wildly glad. From this rises the child from between the wet crotch, blood and mucus, He stands upright and pronounces himself humankind and steps from bed and clothes himself in a gray suit and from the next room of birth steps a woman in a long dress. They meet in the corridor and arm in arm walk its length in search of one room, empty of inhabitants but prepared for them.