legs
hoisted
spread,
BREATHE
wide
crowning!
push
BREATHE
arms
gripped
frantic father:
"push!
BREATHE"
mother: SHUT THE FUCK!
UP!
We
are
HERE. comes the king -
our ruler, now
to thee we sing
poppa
SCARED
weak
proud
mama
MAD
with pain
with joy
our heads we bow:
a throne of arms
we cross you in
you rest in us,
our baby boy
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