Announcing the Birth
Like cruise missiles
they come in low,
from below the horizon they scream through our letter box.Born: 26th May
7lbs 8ozs
Mother/ Father/ Baby doing well.In this kind of war you don't know who's the enemy,
you never can tell where the next strike might be.
Mother, Brother, Lesbian Lover.
It feels like everyone is having a baby.Recently, we have noticed the tactics have changed;
now it is raining well-meaning hurtfrom people who claim they really weren't trying
from nine month silences
from millennium babies.We even get hit by friendly fire,
a flutter of leaflets on infertility counselling.The worst thing is,
we know that we are at fault;
that we are out-of-step with world opinion.It's hard to find sympathy
at our end of the missile,having destroyed our illusions,
we live with our pain.
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