Born screaming into smiles then wiped clean, sex checked and separated from bloodied purity Into filth, by latex executioners aluminium murder. Put me back. For this man is stillborn. Who sleeps fetal, in a cold cotton womb and awakes dying next to a sewed vagina. Like the Bible I am edited to mistruths by an empress who varnishes nails red lashing at my back as I fill the rubber chalice of denied seed. Our last supper. I watched her devour my hopes, Kissed her as she tied me in ropes below a bleeding sky where I hung with the orb of ovulated yolk. Pulled from the cunt of life to the arms of death, concentrated breathing slowly leaving, reborn a Father to the baby you denied me.