Two short stanzas, and not much to hold onto, which is part of the point. The title, "Unbirthed," suggests something that never fully arrived: a life, a self, a possibility that was never completed. The poem seems to live in that unfinished state.
The first stanza is strange and a little bleak. In darkness, the speaker says they will eat "a mouthful of money." That's not food, and it can't satisfy anyone. The image suggests desperation, or a hunger that has been fed the wrong thing. Money might stand for worth, survival, or the things people chase when something deeper is missing. The speaker is eating it anyway, in the dark, where nobody sees.
The second stanza turns to "the undone child," which could be the speaker's own unfinished self or a child who was never born. This figure is "ready / to fall down again," which sounds both tired and oddly patient. The mood is eerie, hollow, and quietly sad, with a sense of repeating a failure without any expectation of rescue.