Vincent Berquez: Infant illness

Vincent Berquez

 

Infant illness

 

Yelling the night down

the voice lilts and moans.

Listening for his cries

out loud, a song of pain

and voiceless shackles

slides out of the void

of illness in the dark game

of night and hot breath.

His mouth rattles and yells

the lights on and demands

the tender strokes of relief

from the heart of a cough.

The hack of a scarlet throat,

a nose full of glue

he yells our attention

sitting to attention

in the complete darkness.

The lament of infant illness

dries up for a while

and waits in the song of tears.

 

24.12.10

 

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