They call me Nono

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Apr 9

death of a…

Looking at my baby
trustworthy
sucking my breast
feeding in my warmth

this shining child
this God

growing
dictating my days and nights
knowing I will be there
doing, breathing unison

Whose the greatness
is there
such a thing?

Grinning
determined now
baby

cannot be

I push her face
against my soft brim
not a sound

Die

there can only be me

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Sometimes a poet would like to explain (I do) what a particular poem means, but I won’t spoil it for you. And don’t be scared, I’m no human baby killer.

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