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.