“A Dim Awareness” by George Cox
Floating silently, it lingers,
Always eating, sleeping, kicking;
And with bold uncertain fingers
Listens to a muffled mixing
Of some distant unknown voices.
As it breathes in a second air
Never having to make choices
Never having any one care.
It lives! But only for a while
Always striving, longing, reaching
For the end of its long mile;
Seeing backwards, is it breaching?
As it falls from its life to life,
It cannot feel the silence masked
By its own sorrow, love, and strife—
It doesn’t know and never asked.
Until the final jolt when it,
Always pushing, screaming, bleeding,
At some long uncertain minute,
Bursts forth with a gasping pleading.
While confusion settles thinly—
The afterbirth is flushed away—
No one ponders, even dimly,
How fetal death gives life its way.