Post Natal Ward, Holles Street

Post Natal  Ward, Holles Street

 For Rosa Lordan, born 6/11/05

Here at the end of a billion year voyage of drudge

and trumping ridiculous odds

touch remains the cleanest kind of knowledge.

The only law is shamelessness.

Here mouths remake their promise

as the standards of the heart,

every utterance amazes,

each tiny cry is the aboriginal of language.

Tears are a global alphabet of blood. 

Milk a miracle of opulence,

and the currency of love.

Only the walls I'd nail as stately hypocrites

that scold CLEAN HANDS SAVE LIVES;

when what can be told

is only a mist of moving bulks,

nothing definite.