Benediction for the Sinned Against
(three)
Blessed are ye, when men shall hate you,
and when they shall separate you from their company,
and shall reproach you, and cast out
your name as evil, for the Son of man's sake.
Luke 6:22
the baby in the brown
paper bag may have
raised his little fist
before he died before
the noise frenetic
and cold closed over
his body like a caul
noise that unstiched
him noise that scalpeled
a glide on its own
thin life down the belly
of his mother to open
and spill his universe
into the basin
of this ER trauma room
to pull him out of the bath
at the wrong time no
towel no holding
after the heat lamps
and weighing cradle
after she loads his clay
face and hands
into the paper medical
trash absorbing the gall
the nurse’ll say that later
she only glanced
when he rose
when she goes out to the dark
on all the rest of her 1 am days when
she moves the cat aside
after he’s reached in his sleep
his paw to her underarm
it’s wind in the siding
it’s skunks or fox or any
crinkle of scream in this kind
of dark he may have she tells
herself he may have
after his street junkie
no ID mother ODs
raised his fist
he may have
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