Exiled from the comfort of the womb
into a riot of sounds and blinding lights
the shearing pain invading
your virgin lungs, and an assault
of new sensations, and helpless
for what you knew before
here does not apply.
You don’t know where you are coming to;
it is a world full of dispair and fear,
of joy and pleasure and beauty unsurpassed,
desires and ambitions and struggle for fulfillment
and wonders, endless wonders.
And perhaps meaning.
So, start now! Grab that breast
take in the scent, feel that heartbeat
pull at the mask and make a face
at her who’s signed, owned and delivered you
and will forever hold you in her arms
your very own masked madonna.