Corpse Baby
Close your eyes,
Shh,
Mommy's here now.

No more trash bag blankets
or spending time in cold storage.

Wipe the dust bunnies
from your face
and Mommy will
kiss every cockroach bite better.

Oh my little Corpse Baby
swaddled up safe in a
wooden 2x4 cradle.

Mama's got you dressed
right smart in doll clothes
and don't you look sharp
for your first foray into the world.

In the end
Mommy loved you.
My little scrap
of a Corpse Baby.