Getting Birthed by Alan Catlin
There were no generators
when the power failed,
no options but to continue on
in mid-delivery by touch,
by sense of smell, pulling
the baby out from inside by
the long connective cord;
"A horrible bloody mess."
She thought she heard him say
but what I think he must have meant
was, "What a beautiful baby."
Alan Catlin has been working in the poetry trenches for parts of five decades. He is retired from his unchosen profession as a barman and has published dozens of collections of prose and poetry, both large and small. He has some awards and honors, won and lost some contests and has nominations for stuff that made sense only to people who did the nominating. He is currently the poetry editor of misfitmagazine.net. His last print collection is four thematically chapbooks in one book called “Alien Nation."
There were no generators
when the power failed,
no options but to continue on
in mid-delivery by touch,
by sense of smell, pulling
the baby out from inside by
the long connective cord;
"A horrible bloody mess."
She thought she heard him say
but what I think he must have meant
was, "What a beautiful baby."
Alan Catlin has been working in the poetry trenches for parts of five decades. He is retired from his unchosen profession as a barman and has published dozens of collections of prose and poetry, both large and small. He has some awards and honors, won and lost some contests and has nominations for stuff that made sense only to people who did the nominating. He is currently the poetry editor of misfitmagazine.net. His last print collection is four thematically chapbooks in one book called “Alien Nation."
