Womb Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Womb

Sometimes In blanks I am thinking again,
The worldunformed as a womb,
Without shape the water holds no contamination

Without a star there would not be an imagination,
Without precipitation's there's no anger management,
Delusions and prayers will not be a practice,

The skies will not be famous as scapegoats,
And turbulent inaptitudes,

Saints and sinners defrocked as wings and doves in hell,
And euthanized as dead trophies,

There will be nothing to live and die for,
No flesh to roasts or eat,

No face to recall or relocate

ID's and patented diseases, it was neither a bird or a feather, nor a gunor a holster,

I carried in my arms.