Womb of Steel


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a poem by Joshua Brown

Exo, exo, exoskeleton 

Oil, refinery

To the fucking moon

With their bottles 

In their hands

I see their mirror

Reflection through

The bowels that

Expel them from

Artifice to shell

Hurrah! The gods

Allow us this

The freedom

Of time travel

But we see not

For our eyes

Are protected

By the shield

That we kill

Our own species

By the gods

Powers bestowed

Upon us

At our own cost

Choice. Options.

But no force

Of evolution

Instead a womb

Ensacs us warm

And cold

Protecting us

From our choice.

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Thanks for reading "Womb of Steel." I wrote it on the platform overlooking Colfax Ave. in Aurora, CO waiting for the R-line light rail on November 30, 2022. You can read my extremely graphic poem "Dead Child in the Woods" which is about childhood disassociation. It delves into some pretty graphic sexual content so it's not for everyone, but I think it really encapsulates my own anti-natal experiences from my infancy to around age 4 or 5. I don't think that I was sexually assaulted, but I definitely identify with that dark disassociated state. 

Comment below your experiences with cars. Early in my teenage years I discovered MrMoneyMustache which colored my view of cars ever since. I am a firm believer in walking, riding bicycles and generally minimizing car usage.


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