It was quiet <br />as bone. <br /> <br />I felt I was <br />in a cage. <br /> <br />I was a curve <br />lost in space <br /> <br />not thinking <br />thinking of nothing <br /> <br />in particular <br />or perhaps 'Man... <br /> <br />I so want to be <br />outta here! ' <br /> <br />Next minute <br />I was being <br /> <br />fashioned into <br />WOMAN. <br /> <br />My own <br />person <br /> <br />no longer just <br />part of him. <br /> <br />Even God had to admit <br />I was an immense <br /> <br />improvement <br />(I think he fancied <br />me himself) <br /> <br />on old Adam. <br /> <br />I thought the world <br />was my oyster <br /> <br />sent out for <br />some Chinese <br /> <br />spare ribs <br />smoothered in a black bean sauce. <br /> <br />Then I got on <br />with the business <br /> <br />of making <br />the world.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birth-of-the-world-for-helen/
