The Birth

Into the space between
Viet Nam and World War Divorce
it came;
small packaging torn

(sign here sir)

delivered with jaundice
and needling bones.
We will name her for songs
sung by mother's flower bands
or daddy's patron archangel--

the one with bad attitude
tattooed on white-hot wings

--or instead for wicked grandmother
the greek, who holds too often and scolds
in Spartan tongues.
They were supposed to give her a son.

The certificate says Concord
and you can see the bridge
from its back step. Daddy holds her
and points to say
'this is where the shot fired,
this is where it all begins'.

Again.