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