Birthing Pains

The stars didn’t shine for them,

and the wise men don’t notice

those women giving birth 

in ramshackle sheds

or freezing in tents 

in the rubble

and dirt

of what remains.

So there are no Magi to bring gifts,

no shepherds to bring succour

to those women giving birth 

in ramshackle sheds

or freezing in tents 

in the rubble

and dirt

of what remains.

Maybe artists will paint the scene

so that we can all see it,

that scene 

we have already seen

on a screen 

somewhere

and we already know

it’s happening

again.

We need no artists

when

and then we don’t look

anymore.

https://www.literaryheist.com/poetry/birthing-pains/