DEATH Poem: AFTERBIRTH, by Jennifer Mumford

12/19/16

They call it the after birth
What remains in the cervix
The circle of life
After birth or after life
Disappears
What is born dies
In your hand
In the early hours of the morning
The womb of love
Shattered with after birth
What they don’t tell you
about birth
Is death
And pain
And blood
And exam rooms
Where you almost passed out
Your body fighting to expel
What is no longer
Lives births breathes
This is what tears are made of
The after
Is really before
Your eyes meet with god
Surrender to death
Of your unborn baby girl
12 weeks 3 days
And an afterlife no one knows.

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