Vision And Prayer

  Who
  Are  you
  Who is born
  In the next room
  So  loud  to  my own
  That I can hear the womb
  Opening  and  the  dark  run
  Over the ghost and the dropped son
Behind the wall thin as a wren's bone?
  In the birth  bloody room unknown
  To the  burn and  turn of time
  And the heart print of man
  Bows  no  baptism
  But dark  alone
  Blessing on
  The wild
  Child.