It’s all supposed to begin with the first step The thousand miles or kilometres or whatever: Life. But what if I refuse to take it? And stand here unmoving Clinging to the membrane Steadfast. An ovum unfertilised A life that denies the acceptance of existence Dodging the all-seeking little worms of spermatozoa Remaining a single-celled Non-creation. Still I will be moved In the bloody menses that she will discard. And so I will have made a step Whether I travel Towards life Or death.