We come naked and wet
into a place knowing nothing,
blood stirring cooler
under rough tongues,
familiar reverberations
of outside sounds
clearing our coats of afterbirth,
cleansing the scent that draws
the cleanup crews on this earth
hungry for work, before
we ever nurse, before
we stand and step
up to the plate, fill ourselves
and face new lessons
best we can. Slowly we learn
to keep the faith
and our opinions
to ourselves.
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