the midwife emerges,
softened gaze on the hard-pressed house
isolate flecks of gold swimming in
the barbed wire surrounding her pupils.
in the stifling heat of September, that
voluptuous water syruped to her arms,
no emotions save numbed terror,
human life the excrement of some sky.
assembly line slatterns bathed in filth,
where to bury the baby?
William Carlos William's To Elsie