Beautiful Bundle of Buoyant Joy

Beautiful bundle of buoyant joy

Blue and purple, pale and grey

At the riverside

I’ll wolf you down for tea tonight

Pitter-patter, rain upon the lazy river

Cold and calm, sometimes roaring

Mallards and toothache

A smile, opaque

Her intentions were never ill

She thought it best to return to sender

Gurgle, giggle, now be still

A hand upon your throat, maternally tender

Beautiful bundle of buoyant bones

Less decorated than Moses

Take my hand, baby boy

No rubber ducky for a toy

Baptised in the river

My beautiful, floating angelic boy;

My cherub, my bastard,

My perfectly formed bundle of disaster

Look into my eyes

With thine hollow sockets

It’s like eating glass…

The clock strikes for midnight Mass

Not the resurrector,

Nor thine Holy protector

The sunlight on the river, a projector,

No, I’m sorry.

Not the resurrector