I imagined you
At the origin of the world
Watching and waiting with weary eyes
For your world to be changed
Boy of bloodied birth no longer
But man of womb and flesh revealed,
Did you cry and crumble
At the spot where Nature’s love was sealed?
As you gaze upon your own
Bloodiness, father of the child that you were
Picturing a new innocence
As Life seeps out in a blur…
Powerful with a post Christmas aptness.