Samhain – The Birthing
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Samhain – The Birthing
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The Birthing
A poem by Deborah Digges
The Birthing
Call out the names in the procession of the loved. Call from the blood the ancestors here to bear witness| to the day he stopped the car, we on our way to a great banquet in his honor. In a field a cow groaned lowing, trying to give birth, what he called front leg presentation, the calf come out nose-first, one front leg dangling from his mother. A fatal sign, he said, while rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, and climbed the fence. I watched him thrust his arms entire into the yet-to-be, where I imagined holy sparrows scattering in the hall of souls for his big mortal hands just to make way. With his whole weight he pushed the calf back in the mother and grasped the other leg tucked up like a closed wing against the new one’s shoulder. And found a way in the warm dark to bring both legs out into the world together. Then heaved and pulled, the cow arching her back, until a bull calf, in a whoosh of blood and water, came falling whole and still onto the meadow. We rubbed his blackness, bloodying our hands. The mother licked her newborn, of us oblivious, until it moved a little, struggled. I ran to get our coats, mine a green velvet cloak, and his tuxedo jacket, and worked to rub the new one dry while he set out to find the farmer. When it was over, the new calf suckling his mother, the farmer soon to lead them to the barn, leaving our coats just where they lay we huddled in the car. And then made love toward eternity, without a word drove slowly home. And loved some more.
Deborah Digges (1950-2009)
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