Year
My heart so exceedingly hard
in the cold yard leaves are breathing
for me and you.
This day so pleadingly long
the tombs are arching up.
Teething dirt of the dead,
pray for one nearing
Room 313.
Hear the wheezing tent.
The monitors cannot be believed.
Yet unbelieving, willful,
swearing in a stillness of hands,
fluttering in the fold of a lap,
one dark butterfly unfolds from
its cocoon, from the navel sprout
wings, against the sterile placenta
beat, breathe, oxygen pure in
intent so exceedingly hard against
escape, wings scrape while
the respirator sings,
Crawl back through,
pull them off, tuck them
beneath the liver and wait.
Darkness is best.
Nurses give it reluctantly,
nothing to do.
Stranger. Brother.
Live.
in the cold yard leaves are breathing
for me and you.
This day so pleadingly long
the tombs are arching up.
Teething dirt of the dead,
pray for one nearing
Room 313.
Hear the wheezing tent.
The monitors cannot be believed.
Yet unbelieving, willful,
swearing in a stillness of hands,
fluttering in the fold of a lap,
one dark butterfly unfolds from
its cocoon, from the navel sprout
wings, against the sterile placenta
beat, breathe, oxygen pure in
intent so exceedingly hard against
escape, wings scrape while
the respirator sings,
Crawl back through,
pull them off, tuck them
beneath the liver and wait.
Darkness is best.
Nurses give it reluctantly,
nothing to do.
Stranger. Brother.
Live.
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