Who will make Your long bed, Smooth your grass quilt,…
The Granny Woman’s Note
When serving birth
Summon the womb
Open every window
every door to the house
to the barn to the room
Let them come on through
those cold rains, rot-lonely flies
all the waspers of this world
Tell them now is the time
And when your job is other
when they’ve declared
a body a corpse
Stay up all night
no matter
the hour or ghost
When serving death
again serve birth
Open
every window
every door Draw close
to that chest once filled
with God’s air
And place your mortal ear
there, listen
for what this womb will
invite in you