Embryos Unseen
All life is precious;
This, the sculptor and carver know.
They see the veins in the stone and the breath in the wood; they free the elemental life, from its bondage.
Chisel and rasp, deliver the life, that no one else sees; birthing is never an easy process.
Not all wombs are, amneo-laden; stone and wood afterbirth, are more easily cleared away; newborn creations emerge to be admired and prized by, all who encounter them.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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