MISCARRIAGE

What began in innocence – now decays to death and traps us inside—

A nightmare delivered to our marriage bed, bound up with such beauty and such longing for each other and the joy we could bring – moving as one in this funeral pall and the hidden death mask laid out, touches our bodies—

            We were in some six months

The wiggly worm Squirms from touch – now lays silent and still – like dead weight holding up your alter

            We sit knowing, but not wanting to say

            Somewhere inside, I think we always knew

            And we sit knowing the fruit is rotten and floating in its tidal piñata

So we try to push – filled with tears and memories not yet had

We shut out the monotone death march pretend it’s rock-a-bye baby

            try to ignore the flashing lights

                        We’ve tried to speak, but the words and sounds traveled through your feeding tube

            And the gray-black-purplish life-support system has failed, the components ordered but delivered too late

            They said we were due a refund (I hope only for a retry)

It took us so long to get to the giggles, the secret smiles – and the sharing of a life

            And baby, baby, your pail skin matches the phosphorous center the for so long encased you and our heart bearing love that laid out until it because spoiled – lost in confusion

                        -So we’ve gone to the hatch, opened the portal to let the great and gilded sperm whale escape and float in the start that forever mourn

We’ll love your life, even with none left –my dear son,