embryo
T.Wignesan
You who sexless heard the pounding of the sex
nerves conditioned to the tune
through all the
slushy push of distending flesh
in the ooze slime of semen vaginal fluid
Your eyes turned inward
heart brimming to the flush
fed by your central runaway generator
though
your
frail limbs were hardly sketched
in
the clasp of a Reichian curve
through
all the terrifying pounding
More terrifying still
Now YOU see the crook of the aborting metal
the surgeon's staff
dig
into your behind
puncturing
the
gossamer sack of your promised dream world
avoiding
at every thrust
the inevitable dismemberment
charred
chicken wings coming apart in cinders
JOLT of the bend in the crook
your
eyes to the back of you
a ninja without arms
or legs
whirling
upwards
flying
in the face of crookish metal
by the grit of your teeth
FIRST your spine goes
shrivelled
skin over mashed bone and marrow
the nerves a
calligrapher's skein
vaguely
stretched over your incumbent's drawn face
TILL your seminal fluid
stains
the blood
splashing
through every thrust
of
the abortionist's clinical will
YET you
resist
STILL clinging to your umblical
chord
the silent screams of your unformed mouth
reaching
no where
the mother sprawled on the trolley etherised
In the distance
a faraway distance
a vague throbbing
away
from prying eyes
a
ringing call unanswered
and you let go...
see your will turned to mash
Only your long sleep nurtured your dream
a singular dream
of
a snuffed world
YOU
HADN'T EVEN BREATHED
© T.Wignesan
1992
[from
the collection: back to background material, 1993]
Notes
On seeing an ecography
of an abortion on the FR3 French TV programme: "La