Sprung squalling from red gore Starved of mother’s milk Tilted with shadow Clawing for life Unaccompanied * No echoes nor music Sliced by briars Tattered trek Storm-colored glasses Lightning blasted * Tap-tap-tap Fertility flailed Sterility prevailed Eden plowed Soft white hands * Wilderness of bees Callous calculations Stumbled careless Lulling hum – imprinted…