On the night I was born
an owl crushed a mouse in its beak,
a fox stole a hen,
tadpoles slithered from their jellied eggs,
beetles were swallowed by silent birds,
ants laboured in their kingdom of soil,
as I forced open my mother’s womb.
As the waters and blood gave way
the lizard adjusted itself beneath its stone,
the earwig destroyed the opening bud,
the weasel counted its hoard of bones,
a man mistook death for sleep,
a fish snapped at a drifting worm,
and I took my first uncertain breath.