– with hard iron-boots
I will step
and turn my iron-heel –
– a woman sits crying
on an unmade bed –
yesterday the sheets were white and smooth,
yesterday her child lived –
– with hardiron-boots
I will step
and turn my iron-heel,
to squash the laughing face
of all the sick hours,
who drag themselves along on clattering crutches
after –
– the yellow slimy amphibian,
it writhes under my heel,
it breeds with a broken back –
it births
an endless black row of nights
and screaming stillborn days
after –
– a woman sits crying –
yesterday her child lived –