Some Babies
Mother breakfast egg breaks
Mother breast and legs ache
O Mother lake
O Father tide
O some labours are in vain
O some babies never make it home
The clothes hang tight
the clothes hang small
O these clothes? - they do not hang at all
twisted thrice round wrists
in plastic bags bound
they hang from hands, down halls, rooms, beds and corridors
unworn onesies untorn bunnies
born-unborn bubbies
- Fill your eyes up with this will you
the squinting brilliance of all
called blue and sparkling
all that gives breath and expands
all that ripples bays beckons -
beep
blister tube barista
now the coke bottle sways in deep doctor pockets
Away at a silent window a magpie opens her throat
Opens her throat
Her song given to the sky