LAMENT

By Susan Aurora Irvine

You know those little coffins

They bury babies in?

The ones they make as white as snow

To show they’re without sin?

Well I have one inside me

A lightless bloodied lair

And from time to time I bury

A small white body there.

From time to time I bury

A body white and red,

But now the time is coming

When I must join the dead.

This burial ground they’ll bury

Beneath a slab of stone

Whiles thinking that they lay to rest

A woman all alone.

Then half-formed ghosts will rise up

All sucking on their thumbs

And cry for unborn lives unloved

Then evermore lie dumb.

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