The Unborn Byron - Slapp Happy

Byron as an embryo

Behold the unborn Byron grow

His budding brain grows ears and eyes

Soon he swells to twice his size

He drinks in with his mother’s blood

A subtle, philosophic food

Distilled from that good woman’s sense

A strong poetic influence

She calls him and he answers back

From the amniotic sac: (he says)

«Spread the word, tomorrow morn

A future poet shall be born

From my mother I shall fall

Into the womb that holds us all

My life shall be a meteor

Which generations shall adore

For my unbuttoned liberty

The unborn will remember me.»