The Growth

It was an act of defiance
  I laboured under.
The animal body examined itself.
From under the rags of self-loathing
I found out the holy itch
and struck out after it

I got a baby blowing inside me
stretching a hole into my skin
   for its animal to fit.
It had a physical effect
as the brain dried out in my head :

all the gifts my culture gave me -
  reason, ego, spirit, will -
  cut up like a side of beef
now the flesh grows back between.

I asked a hundred mothers
and they all told me this same thing:
mind shrinking back
  under skull’s grin
will never rule again.