Death of the Unwanted Tissue

While my mother slept, I grew and kicked and sucked,
And I stretched in her belly and kicked my ten toes.
Six months from birth, dreaming of my life,
I woke to sharp pain and the nightmare incisions;
When I died, they sucked me out of her womb with a hose.

by David Benning,  26 Jan 2018

see also: https://speakingofthings.blogspot.com/2018/03/who-will-speak-for-these.html
and:  https://speakingofthings.blogspot.com/2018/02/now-we-must-speak.html