Septembers birth

Bleeding whooping surfers shoot the blue tubes
towards the world, where fluffy dice chromosomes
throw the saints five and the killers two.The crash
of falling skin is whaled from birth and filled with bone.
Septembers heat turned to boil, baby being cooked
in life-blood.This time there is no luck needed, only you.


John.G.Hall©2009

*for an Irish Mother