Ezra


There was a death in the family
That no one knew, save me.
No chirps or cries or lullabies-
No more droopy eyes to see.
I held him toward my heart, congested,
When his pain was manifested
In my possessive hand. He lies;
His life the Lord requested.

His bantam body shakes and seethes,
He gnashes without teeth.
The gray head gone against my cries,
And left no room to breathe.

You grew stiff quickly, little one,
Beneath the ground under the sun.
It hurt to say all my goodbyes-
Distressed, for you had none.

There was a death in the family.
I perceived that it was me
To settle down and close my eyes
Below that palmy tree.

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