Leaving To Forget
How was it
before the pushing pelvis
had us flopping onto slick latex,
why cannot we recall it?
This world-dreaming amnesia
is Gods doing we are told,
but I wonder if a six pound infant deity
is even now
leaving a heavenly sphere
to slip through a birth canal,
already forgetting
if the lights were left on
or off?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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