by S. Nash Woodward

Mama screams and
blood out all over
the floor head 
emerges clamped in
Midwife's forceps hands
twisting from slaps
to the face to help
Mama push as
browns mix on
the earth, mama, son, 
soil, teak black night 
waking sore and 
naming the child after a 
white man that lives
down the road.