"The Rampage."
A baby got here once, who before he was all the way out
could already feel the Hindu pain inside him
and the Hebrew and the Iliad.
Decided he was never going to stop crying no matter
what until they did something.
It wasn't going to turn the horror
off and their fat sentences and in the light bulb,
how much murder to get light, and in the walls
agony, agony for the bricks, for the glaze.
He was going to keep screaming until they made death little
like he was, and loved him too, and sent him back
to undo all this.
And it happened, he kept screaming, he scared them.
He saw them filling with womb light again like stadiums.
He saw the tears stuck back into the story, the smiles opening
like sandwiches.
So he stopped and looked up and said,
all right it's better now.
I'm hungry now, I want just to sleep, and they let him.