'I remember again / the corridor / of the labour ward // and that woman / sitting weeping / with her man // having given birth / to a death - / small grey face, // no breath, / something you cannot help / but love - // habibi, akushla, /I go home alone / but carry you, // courie you, / little slippe...

'I remember again / the corridor / of the labour ward // and that woman / sitting weeping / with her man // having given birth / to a death - / small grey face, // no breath, / something you cannot help / but love - // habibi, akushla, /I go home alone / but carry you, // courie you, / little slipped thing, / to the ends of the earth.'