The Way Back
You were a long time coming,Drawn through all that pain and blood
And crushing darkness,
Drawn towards a promise,
A chaos of unremembered images
And noise.
And when they pulled you out,
Held up your tiny bloodied form,
Those wrinkled old man’s hands,
You seemed so curious and calm
As something in your crowded eyes
Was overwhelmed by loss.
Seeing you I felt the shock of recognition
And a door somewhere open
And close.
