Original Sin

Baby is unique untainted, original We know she is special Every baby is She arrives without baggage to hamper her way through tunnels or time but she demands attention AND HOW Baby means to survive aims to be fed, changed, bathed resorting to no more than a cry a squirm I observe Baby now that she breathes on her own I swear I’ll keep copious notes I’ll invite her for dinner or lunch for a glug of lukewarm milk I vow to take good care          I WILL Why, then, does she bathe in the sink No one, not a single one, close by to lift her out Why, then, does she not grow Neglected Baby Pauvre Enfant I have asked Baby to forgive me Baby, Baby stay          Baby, Baby stay Do not become a stab in my brain a chronic ache a shrouded shout a question mark laid out in the morgue daily vivisection vapor-spiral woe going mad beyond control though the venue is small and it doesn’t matter where one sleeps There is evil in the world It awaits Baby Sins                              even Sloth fiesta through hills and vales each time she is born Morals and meanings stumble but Sins know how to tango and tap They make nimble partners on the ballroom floor Like tigers they stalk their prey Lead, follow, tight embrace Baby in a frame, a pose in a box Tricky moves l a n g u i d               obambulations warm morning          sunny day One, two, three, four         one, two, three, four We touch, we part We yearn for tender mores Baby beware Baby be quick Jump for the sky Match to your flame Watch the flares fly Baby, there’s scorch here