The Bower
when males devour their young
I count the scoops of formula like a chant
An incantation to bring her back.
Four in this short bottle
Eight in the bigger blue one.
In case the prayers go unanswered.
I always have a backup plan.
I know God has a better one.
But I’m here waiting
With one. Just in case.
I record each milestone carefully
To recount when she returns.
On this day he laughed…no wa…



