Peekaboo: Three Songs For The Nursery

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The longer thou livest, the more fool thou.


I


Go hide! Go hide! But through the latticework
  Of my upraised bone hands
I see athlete and statesman, priest and clerk
  Step forth as deodands.


Risking more than they know of life and limb
  In playing Peekaboo—
Whose happiest chances couldn’t be called “slim”—
  I’ve tagged each: ICU

II


Cry; baby, cry!
You’ve got two reasons why.
The first is being born at all:
The second, my peremptory call.
Cry; baby, cry!


Weep, baby, weep!
No solaces in sleep.
Nightmare will ruin your repose
And daylight resurrect your woes.
Weep, baby, weep!

III


Bah, bah, black sheep, you supply the needs
Plaguing mourners: stylish widows’ weeds.
Haute couture for all the fashion shows.
Black is the color of my true love’s clothes.

© Anthony Evan Hecht