Think that my pupils are completely black
Now from pain but I am not sure.
Then finally we separate, from our Siamese state.
There is blood,
There are pieces of torn flesh hanging from
Both our sides
With a stink,
Dropping strange-coloured liquids.
But then you raise your head and realize –
You’ve gotten bigger’.
You are one of your own now.
Look how pertinent your chest is!
How it rises breathing.
It’s a chest of a champion.