by John Grey
I knew nothing of the others
in that giant, squealing, bawling room.
Less even of those in incubators,
protected from so much
just to be a little human.
And why the nurse came for that one
and not this one totally eluded me.
And my turn, what did that mean?
Who was the woman sat straight up by pillows,
clutching me to her breast?
I was complete and utter ignorance
with a grasping hand and a suckling mouth.
My advice to you is keep on
grasping and suckling.
The context will catch up eventually.