Gestation

Gestation

Cherubic ball of vestigial flesh,

Now just a cathedral’s mural.

 

Meninges peer through a shattered skull,

Gelatinous blood, doesn’t ooze.

 

Life dangles precariously,

Scraping the ledge of the temple.

 

Thirst procreates a gasping face,

Dry months culminate in death.

 

Drone of the midnight trucks,

Whistling winds in a hollow womb.

 

All sleep but the shadow,

And the caregiver with blistered feet.

 

The seed is buried in soil,

Yet does not sprout new leaves.