Body-in-womb
A babe in arms,
it couldn’t be;
hardly a thing

No feeling then
warranted here.
Take all this time
this impotence

against your fear,
Give deference
not yours to make.
Not long from now

This is the void,
against which you
For her, for them,
speak warding prayers

and anti-body.
actual, blood-quaint,
the child is quanta,
to feel or be hurt.

and no forgiveness
Be sure. Be watchful.
as your talisman,
as power itself

your fine emotions.
to this decision,
Make yourself useful.
you may be needed.

this is the vacuum
must be on your guard.
as much for yourself,
in this waiting room.