Who
	 Are you
	 Who is born
	 In the next room
 So loud to my own
 That I can hear the womb
 Opening and the dark run
 Over the ghost and the dropped son
Behind the wall thin as a wren's bone?
 In the birth bloody room unknown
 To the burn and turn of time
 And the heart print of man
	Bows no baptism
	 But dark alone
	 Blessing on
	 The wild
	 Child.