Douglas Gwilym - V Babies

"It's a colony of Egyptian hog-nosed mega bats, Hinkins
It's the find of the century!
Hinkins?"

We fly as high as we want to
We fly as high as we can
We don't remember mothers
We're sure we never were a fan

We see ourselves in the water
And maybe we look like them
But we'll never miss the way they combed our hair
Or the red-faced count to ten

The earth clothes us in its soil
Our needs are met in the clouds
There's no need to talk or toil
When we don't want to
We don't come down

Their teeth are dull, they cannot fly
Let's not talk about them anymore
Our teeth are sharp, they do the job
Like bolt cutters through the chain on a door

We sleep together, upside down
In pajama feet and tattered gowns
If we ever came home for a hug
We'd leave you sleeping on the rug

The earth clothes us in its soil
Our needs are met in the clouds
There's no need to talk or toil
When we don't want to
We don't come down

("Hinkins?")

Written by:
Peter Williams

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