A Coolie Woman's Delivery

Digging, digging, digging... She defeats the dry sand. Red dust enhances her resistance. Thanks to the underground cables and her sweat, lest our telephones won’t ring. He’d filled her womb with transient love and vanished behind the crowd, but she won’t let herself drown in loneliness She’s conscious never anxious of swelling love inside This is a unique pain like one from the depth of nature. She withdraws into the seclusion of the bathroom. Hearing her shriek, the local class passengers rush to the door. Her baby falls down through the open toilet pipe as a train gives birth. Somebody pulls the chain. Locomotive lullaby ceases. Newborn baby lies safe on the track between the right and left rows of wheels. She didn’t make it unnatural with tonics, tablets and tests. She didn’t waste thousands during the last ten months. First published in my book, "Kanoli Kaleidoscope" (PunksWritePoemsPress, USA)