heres a poem i wrote in 98 while in honduras

dead little boy in a uterus cave
sucks his dead thumb with indifference
place of conception now vaginal grave
synapses ceased in an instant
prenatal penis will never know sex
matter of fact, he’s already
inside the only vagina he’ll get
moistened with mucus and sweaty
how, might you ask, did the young baby die?
seemed his surroundings were cozy
daddy’s balls suffered from oversupply
and one night his pecker grew nosy
ejaculation! it flooded her vag
drowning the baby in dick pus
saddened, she stood, squatted over the trash,
ridding herself of the carcas