At least it would explain…why I do not feel real
They said you would die
On the day I was born
That your body could not hold
Because of me you were torn
And so life would disown
From your maternal tasks
They came upon you fast
Embellished tubes and masks
Just tools to help you breathe
So that you might not leave
From your material past
If not, you’d part entombed
Too small to recollect
No way I could cognize…
