Cause To Wonder
Suffering, buffering
Four months asylum.
Frightened, tense,
Heightened by
A sense of loss;
Lost:
September, 1 July.
Ma: “Remember, I just try.”
Dismembered August
Tossed away
To come again
Some other day?
Bosh! A
Washed away
October, and
My god.
One fluid figure
Sent floating in brine,
Stomped out, estranged
From a crudely changed spine
One crushed,
Untouched
Backbone
Gone.
Who sent for that?
And meant for what?
An un-consented absence for
Uncovering unheated love.
For pulling the cord
From the bellyhole socket
Which strengthened my spine
With my newly wound twine;
From smothering motherhood,
-ism and -kind
And bearing myself
From the womb in my mind.
©Cause To Wonder 1961
Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 