It came to pass that in a fiery blaze You were born Little being with the WORLD against you Tiny spark With only the tools of your own making Rock and stick Teeth for talking and hands for creating So unlike Yet so similar to those before you I felt it The shudders and shaking at your coming The whole WORLD Pausing for a second to stop and stare Baby hands Reaching towards the heavens to catch the sun A face with Intelligent eyes, that burned like your path What are you And what has your coming brought to the WORLD?
A poem from my chapbook, The child that ate the WORLD