Canto LII

Twelve weeks on and two days til the scan.
Your first portrait is also the first time
that your existence will be spied upon.

We’ll breach the iron curtain of the womb
like CCTV spooks in transit vans
watching the suspect, pausing, hitting zoom,

as the unwknowing target saunters on,
his mind mulling the inconsequential—
like buying bog roll, or some catchy song

he half remembers from his days at school.
This is the only privacy you’ll get
before we inspect nappies, size up stools

or shove our fat faces into your cot.
A true place of your own, dear child, you’re blessed,
with feotal digs, a prenatal bedsit.

You’ve got two days to tidy up yer mess.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Aug 22, 2012 @ 00:40:40

    I especially like these lines…
    “like CCTV spooks in transit vans
    watching the suspect, pausing, hitting zoom”

    Reply

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