First Loss. (Newly Revised).

The poems that I dreamed about
Before my mother clutched cruel stars -
Before I kicked into the world
Beneath the surgeons scalpel,
Are the poems I want most to love -
If I could hear their music.

But my memory has been rifled,
And my dreams have lost the power
To break into the sacred Ark
Of my prenatal mind.
There the echo of my mother`s heart
Was the drum beat that I sang to;

Sang ancient words we all have loved,
But lose before we speak.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 27th. - July 15th. - 16th. 2020.