Saturday, September 15, 2012

The World's Door

Madelaine Nerson Mac Namara          ©  2012



Bounty


The skull is hailed
And hauled and held.
The feet are last.
The heels wriggle
Along the soft
Inside of thighs
Print a farewell.

Wild punches, kicks
Seek the world's door.
It gapes open
Walls all vanished.
In unison
With the first howl
The whole ward breathes

Introduces
As its bounty
The visitor.
Before I do
They know and tell
It's a boy
A beautiful boy.

And I pretend
I take it in
New face, new soul
New man, new me.
I make believe
We could do this
Most every day.

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