We're Somehow All Detached Poem by Mark Heathcote

How much placenta, have we consumed?
How much after birth is left?

The Earth is our umbilical cord
but we behave as though
we're somehow all detached.

Can suckle on another mother's breast
that hasn't got a womb a motherly bone-
in her heart, she can manifest.

Or a single drop of milk in her thermos-flask.
How much placenta, then have we eaten?
How much longer before this formula
runs out and can no longer be expressed.

Yes, you can take it all for granted
because in the end, there'll be no one
to carry out, perform an obligatory inquest.