You came tumbling outwards across the bedsheets   across our mother's bruised, bloodroot thighs,   while I gathered courage inside the omphalos,   too crooked and sorry to move      You came tumbling and I was sorry,   avoiding the knife and the guilt of a wound   You came tumbling and I was sorry   Broke my first breath   on the shrub of a butcher's broom      And though we never meant   to chew off the lids of your eyes   Castor and Pollux they spat jewels   upon us,   and raided the umbrial skies      And now we're forced to mend    the holes for the souls of the blind,   while we sit enamoured with jewels spat and battered,   wet with the phlegm of divine      Tiresias, we are not to blame   One's your foe and one's your flame,   and though the wetnurse cried complained   of teeth marks on her fertile frame   You came tumbling and I was sorry   Broke my first breath   in the spawn of a plastic womb      Indelicate get over it!   Tomorrow is gone it's all lost and forgotten   The shit of it will make you sick   We'll laggle our tongues as we beg for forgiveness      Tiresias we are not to blame   (You came tumbling and I was sorry)   How did you know that her womb was all rotten?   One's your foe and one's your flame   (You came tumbling and I was sorry)   We'll crease all her corners and stuff her with cotton   And though the wetnurse cried, complained    (You came tumbling and I was sorry)   (And babies make milk cries and cry when forgotten)   of teeth marks on her fertile frame   (You came tumbling and I was sorry)   Exposing the teeth to the gums that gnawed on them   You came tumbling and I was sorry   Broke my first breath   on the shrub of a butcher's broom