I Open Your Death Like a Book


...your blue-eyed infant, beside you on the floor.
I was born to be there watching

when no one else was looking.
To see your arm go crooked,
see you fall asleep and not wake up.

To hear in flocking crows,
the wings of seraphim. In thunder,
your heart, that angel...


Jesse Lee Kercheval
Verse Daily Mar.12.03