The Birth Calls Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Birth Calls

Asnight decended like a hot mistress,
And the forbidden fruit is served,

this kiss of the night,
Is the lenghtened songs of the civilizations,

The cantos for these songs are for the millenneum

This bornman with this woman is the unfolding of a child for a celebration

The night unpeels these covers of this darkness, this confections
The craters of veils for those isolate stars,

Recalledthe seven wonders the true world,

This sanctity of reverence,
Bathed in the universe of uncloaking
Transcends another nature births

And drowned in this pool of lights,
That the Gods has put together
Let no man puts assander