I Do Not Know What Will Happen

I do not know, she said, I just don’t know,

With one so laden and still growing,

In too small a space..

Deformity must occur in some place

There is a cut off point

There is a felt mark

Where somehow change does not happen

for the good

And the adaptation

required to survive

becomes

a faulty limb,

another increase in burden,

and evolving an impossibility

and I do not know what will happen then,

I do not know.