Today's poem is by Christina Davis
The Trouble with Being Born
No telling them not to come. Or the milk
that gathers in the mothers
one teat at a time and frequently freezes there.
They kick beneath the skin, eyes dark
and freak as fishes sealed agape in winter water.
No telling them not to come. Or the lambs
that thaw beside the ewe: bloody,
stuttering to stand. No telling how the tongue
survives between the teeth. Bulbous,
tendered, to rattle the careful season like a cuss.
The backbone's quivering rack
The lamb is bleating in the sharpening barn
Copyright © 2003 Christina Davis All rights reserved
from 32 Poems
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