There s a hole where the space should be

A place where the hold should have

Seen to it that the waters broke a baby

In peacefully

 

Where the swaddling clothes

Could take hold of the fever

And clear away all of the sweat

 

But terrors had already set in

In the night

All drunken in sin,

And crying for milk was a din

But for god sake

just don’t waken up Him.

 

There a caverns

Over which it could have crawled

Had this been an experiment.

 Psychologists could have noted the

 achievements of motherhood

as she stood up with child all proud in her arms

their eyes knew the ground

was safe.

 

But no one was watching

And the baby fell.

And it just a good job it got up again

For all these years later it still crying that the cranium

Has taken on too much with this life

 and the impact was deafening 

 its brain is all crushed

It don’t want to think again

 

But the only way to treat it is

Indifferent,

With personal responsibility

And the careful assistance of suicide.

psychology cured me

whoever said that?