In contrast to the conventional,
He was born aged 37 and a half
Fully clothed on a large mattress
Parents nowhere to be seen.
He blinked in the half-dark
A crack of light slicing the curtains
And looked up at the ceiling
He knew he loved ceilings…
On his left arm he could feel
The warm head of a small boy
No name, only breathing.
Outside he heard seagulls
He knew he loved seagulls…..
Their calls filled his head
Before he passed away
A few moments later.
Constant Voice 