BLUES CHILD

 

Old parts die away, and
we mourn them in steep dreams
where an adept of Tiresian aspect
holds the blue-faced child aloft
--almost not touching the clavicles--

The child had crawled into the poison place
The child sipped too long at the thick aqua-vitae
And now needs the adept's touch
Blue, but not dead blue

Stand around in the mall:
Who else is watching?
What will happen now?
The ambulance or the cheers?

 


© 2001, 2004  Thomas N. Dennis

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