Like ice
the night
cracks open &
we find ourselves
drowning in
our greatest fear.
“I’ve lost my baby! ”
“I’ve lost my baby! ”
you scream hysterically
tearing up tears.
It floats in its bloody sea
of not being born
& of being born
too soon.
Like a little prawn
huddled against this cruelness...
...like a strange stigmata
staining my palm
clenched around
this pain
I clutch this
unloving thing
& climb
the railings of the park
as dark gives way to light
&
morning arrives brokenly
to watch me bury
this little death
under the wild red rose bush.
Blinded by my tears
I stagger all through the years
returning to watch you
flower & bloom
nod your little head
to the wind’s suggestions.
I stand alone
left only these
broken tears
&
the place
where you lay
upon my palm
...past all harm
...past all harm.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/past-all-harm/
