Sunday, December 16, 2012

Bundle of Joy


The baby mewls like a wounded lamb,
shrieks echoing/bouncing off walls
like a sonic pinball before the game goes
tilt.

A hand reaches for the infant waddled
in dirty white cloth, and the fingers
are grungy, like a sewer grate
after a rainstorm
during a riot.

A second hand appears, and the mewling continues.

The parent’s sour milk eyes see flesh
and the teeth chatter like shingles during
a hurricane.
Soon the mewling stops…
because dinner has been served.

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