for the fuse inside her, throbbing
angrily in the dirt, for the bitch in her
and the burying of her wound—
for the burying of her small red wound alive—

I’m really lost in this verse. Every time I read a line,
the next one contradicts it.

Was there an abortion going on?

If there was a fuse inside her, how does it throb angrily in the dirt?

This poem recalled the sadness I felt in a similar situation. Very much worried that she would ‘wash off’ into nothingness.

I want to understand this poem better – although this middle verse has me vexed. I’m not an English major, but my interest is this is sincere.