Tunnel

From a developing land The body shakes Trembling in ancestral amber Swirling and flowing It must penetrate the light Its destiny is that light Away from the closing space Mother-bound Nourishing and holding But then they come Proclaiming and brandishing Curled tightly in this place Hiding and frightening The amber turns to mud Green and thick like tar There is no escape Pulling and separating The limbs freeing or fettering Same result. Unwanted here in a plentiful land