Life – written in protest against Ted Hughes’ Examination at the Womb-door a poem which is morbidly concerned with death.
Who owns these pink crinkly feet? Life.
Who owns this screwed-up face? Life
Who owns these noisy lungs? Life
Who owns these kicking muscles? Life
Who owns this unreliable stomach? Life
Who owns this undeveloped brain? Life
Who owns this vital fluid? Life
Who owns these unfocused eyes? Life
Who owns this searching tongue? Life
Who owns this waking wail? Life
Given, relished, cherished for life? Love
Who owns this miraculous earth? Life
Who fills this universe? Life
Who brings hope? Life
Who is stronger than resolve? Life
Stronger than love? Life
Stronger than life? Nothing
Stronger than death? Life
Pass child and be loved.
Re-posted for Victoria’s prompt at http://dversepoets.com/2011/10/13/meeting-the-bar-craft-and-critique/ to take inspiration from the work of another poet, possibly writing something outside our usual style. This poem is not new – I wrote it as a protest during a literature course two or three years ago.