Gulf War and Child: A Curse
He is sleeping, his fingers curled, his belly pooled open, his legs gathered, still in their bent blossom victory. I couldn't speak of "war" (though we all do), if I were still the woman who gave birth to you soft-footed, with your empty hand and calling heart, that border of new clues. May the hard birth our two heartbeats unfurled for two nights that lasted as long as this war make all sands rage, until the mouth of war drops its cup, this bleeding gift we poured.
From Eve by Annie Finch, published by Story Line Press. Copyright © 1997 by Annie Finch. All rights reserved. Reproduced by permission of the author.
Annie Finch is the author of Spells: New and Selected Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 2013). She teaches online in the Poetcraft Circles and lives in Portland, Maine.
Date Published: 1997-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/gulf-war-and-child-curse