Alchemisland

I was born defeated

I was, the doctor said, an abhorrent foetus

Despite a doctor’s strong feeling about the rectitude of deleting

The unbreathing me. I was born alas; the malformed freed.

A sleeted casket

Which the sunbastard’s crushed canary sanction engleamed.

Her car-girdled heart a hearth of dreams, an abattoir of

Failed starts and jar-wet bard fingers dipped in five star caviar.