Into the Porches
daily poems sent to The White House by Thomas Crofts
Monday, May 15, 2017
Poem 89: Midwife wanted
from the Greek of Hipponax
[You see I am looking for a midwife
and was just wondering]
...what umbilicus-slasher was it
you freak of nature
who washed the slime
from your writhing form?
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