She bent over in agony and rage,
the pain in her belly burrowing
into her head and heart, her soul,
while the farting animals watched.
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Her stolen insides were hardening
as she fought with her body to
bring to the light a boy that
would one day fight with his own
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high on the tree. As blood seeped
high on the tree, as blood seeped
from her womb, it flowed from him
who brought her tears of joy
and a graveyard lament
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with birth pangs that gripped
her grief contracting vision,
stretching her, God cried out
in agony, as Christ is born.
