Amidst the blood and the bitter scorn I am your baby, being born At your window at 6 am Covered head to toe with vernix, I am You are the woman, you give me life Be a who*e, a mother, a siren and a wife Sister, friend, mermaid blessed I am the goblin child, at your breast Josephine Magdalene Josephine Magdalene I'm not here to ever say please I want you down on your knees The warm song of the south The ambrosia of love in your mouth Beyond the anger, the guilt and shame There is no birth without pain Josephine, by the sea Josephine in chiasmus with me I am your baby being born