Mother And Baby Poem by Peter Swan

What strange creature lies before me?
Without a name to know you
so i could accuse you
of leaving my belly so cold.
Some say god sent you,
Darwin mentions evolution
but you seem so other worldy.
Staring at me with history,
Looking like peace,
There’s knowledge in the weight of you.

I heard philisophical men once speak
of karma
Are you my mother?
Did I do wrong?
Together we will grow older
as empires do.
But for now you are a blossom
with pollen to barter with.
And for me they'll build a pyre
and I’ll set sail
while flames dance,
snap and crack.