The Dead Baby
Sweep the house
under the feet of the curious
holiday seekers--
sweep under the table and the bed
the baby is dead--
The mother's eye's where she sits
by the window, unconsoled--
have purple bags under them
the father--
tall, wellspoken, pitiful
is the abler of these two--
Sweep the house clean
here is one who has gone up
(unproblematically)
to heave, blindly
by force of the facts--
a clean sweep
is one way of expressing it--
Hurry up! any minute
they will be bringing it
from the hospital--
a white model of our lives
a curiosity
surrounded by fresh flowers
take care of me from up above, you two x
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