slither

this is for babies born at such a time

they are our hope and optimism

slither

sweet eve

supple sun giver

too an infant willows

shriek

believe a rugged electric

heath

imagine rustic sleep

always give her

more then she can keep

make a scorching stone

to oppose her sweetening river

begin a world

to the ones we end

for her

read the whole book through

take the ride of tam o shanter

beginning in cheer and laughter

to a shocking satanic bagpipe

playing moral

lilt another lyric

for the baby who shows

the downer poet

all evenings

have tomorrows