Dirt and death all surround me
they are that which I hope will make me
Like placenta and like the baby
from deep in them comes vitamin.
All the world is condescending-
sorry for my unfortuneity,
despite all this, I will remain me,
and hope some day that they will hail me.
At last the day I long is here now,
the funny foes of yesteryear
are here before me to cheer, to bow
and claim like they knew I mushroomed