What we cannot midwive They birthed and made live
In the pit of their breath
In the wounds of the heart
In the violence of their words
Oh the hate in their eyes
The daggers in their voices
They want my blood my blood
And call it love
Oh their brutish need
Their savage hunger
And yet they went
For what was asked of them
For what they could give for it
For what they could take from it
Which could only be stolen
For the hope they long lost
For the love they never had
