Little Things

On Being an Infant

Things that were said were new,

The people that were familiar were few,

But the Acropolis knew greatness was sure,

In immense pain, the soul wished to be set free,

Away from the din, away from the lure!

Cold air crashed against the motionless bag of flesh,

As drops coagulated outside, the body didn’t thresh!

No motion. Fear splashed across self-assured faces,

But the Acropolis was sure, there was life to be born.

As screams proclaimed another contestant, a race to the races!

Happiness? None to be spotted,

A spirit drowned, a soul rotted! 

‘Alive’, read the ominous report,

‘Dead’, a wish was made.

Laughter broke the silence, of the devil’s consort!