Childbirth

(for Lucy) I The day you came, the fence broke and shattered debris on vehicles outside the garage. When the story was told, the drumming ceased and the exhilarating jubilation no sooner, had become gruesome. Then, I could figure the rue cascading down the veins of neighbours present to share in the dreams and hopes of your coming. And then, imagining the pleasant tidings your birth should bring, I took a closer view of the matter, and examining the fault could see through the broken lines the rising sun, and a brighten sky the flight of falcons, the clear clouds, the greenery in the woods. And at once hypothesize a semblance of what your tomorrow would be… II Roll out the drums let the women chant songs let the children clap let the dances begin… The fattened goat has grown full for the slaughter the Butcher’s blade is ready let the ceremony commence... The newcomer our torch bearer has come…