Amy Cuneo

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 -


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