The crowning

A red eye glints and squints,
Shedding a single brilliant tear.

A paradigmatic hatching here
Of efforts extracted across stints

Is worth a planet’s held breath;
A ritual symbolizing death

And rebirth, and death again.
The worn seat that bears the newborn’s weight

Is sworn to beat out the whole heart rate
By popping the cork to this new reign:

A circle of metal, cold;
A priceless work of art, framed with gold.

Appears in:
Mistaken for art or rubbish [2013]

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