Crouch like a cat by the trout brook.

Later, sleep awhile near the fire.

I'll lie down with you. When bearing comes on, send for the neighbor-wives.

Blowing wooden pipes they'll come, their calls keen as the east wind, throaty as owls.

They will hold you up, their arms firm in a quick rhythm. Let us grunt as you push. at your back. We'll all breathe with you

Yell curses on your mother; we won't hear you.

Expel that mottled thing!! I will catch it, wipe it till it pinks. I will be crying.

And then we'll cook. Come to the table.

If the doctor troubles to check, he'll find you

dining among us elegantly

on dandelion greens and rhubarb pie.