15 April 2007
The white cat swallowed the infant's breath
while cunning coyote and cancerous trickster
marched around the shotgun house,
looking in the windows.
Miss Holman was the first through the door.
She wore a poultice around her neck
to ward off germs and evil spirits,
and she held Wanda's baby face down
and slapped it hard on the back.
In the winter Wanda's house burned down.
The ground was scorched before the snow.
If Wanda cried, no one was was there to hear.
© 2007, Satya J. Gabriel