You came tumbling outwards across the bedsheetsnacross our mother's bruised, bloodroot thighs,nwhile I gathered courage inside the omphalos,ntoo crooked and sorry to movennYou came tumbling and I was sorry,navoiding the knife and the guilt of a woundnYou came tumbling and I was sorrynBroke my first breathnon the shrub of a butcher's broomnnAnd though we never meantnto chew off the lids of your eyesnCastor and Pollux they spat jewelsnupon us,nand raided the umbrial skiesnnAnd now we're forced to mend nthe holes for the souls of the blind,nwhile we sit enamoured with jewels spat and battered,nwet with the phlegm of divinennTiresias, we are not to blamenOne's your foe and one's your flame,nand though the wetnurse cried complainednof teeth marks on her fertile framenYou came tumbling and I was sorrynBroke my first breathnin the spawn of a plastic wombnnIndelicate get over it!nTomorrow is gone it's all lost and forgottennThe shit of it will make you sicknWe'll laggle our tongues as we beg for forgivenessnnTiresias we are not to blamen(You came tumbling and I was sorry)nHow did you know that her womb was all rotten?nOne's your foe and one's your flamen(You came tumbling and I was sorry)nWe'll crease all her corners and stuff her with cottonnAnd though the wetnurse cried, complained n(You came tumbling and I was sorry)n(And babies make milk cries and cry when forgotten)nof teeth marks on her fertile framen(You came tumbling and I was sorry)nExposing the teeth to the gums that gnawed on themnYou came tumbling and I was sorrynBroke my first breathnon the shrub of a butcher's broomnn