Premature

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Submitted: July 27, 2019

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Premature

By Alexander Kern

Copyright A. Kern, 1986

 

One obsidian night,

A poem

Wrested me upright,

Out of my morphic dreams

And snarled Disney sheets,

Demanding

I give it rapt attention.

Like a baby bleating nightlong

Dressing the air with its need-song,

It would not permit me rest,

'Til rocked, mused and expressed,

I lay it down to paper,

Cribbed in titled language,

Arranged, blanketed,

Warm as the blood spent,

Waiting for fruition.

The rain silvered my window,

As I dozed, fitfully wrung out,

My mind, journeying swift as sound,

To the hothouse of limbic

Origin bound,

Cradle of mankind's mind.

All the way back,

I prayed it would live.

 


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