BOOM
My mom was born in 1947
on the leading edge of years
when women launched babies
from powder kegs and claimed
the bombs men dropped
a couple years before
It was a boom
There was nothing about this time
that meant so much to them, no
such constant demography,
obsessive introspection,
color graphs in unread
newspapers
Just a boom
Babies wailing to drown out
the agony of soldiers,
their families,
their countries,
their homes
And boom
No comments:
Post a Comment