Borders of the Universe    by  Garth Madsen

There is a baby crying
in every movie theatre
in every train carriage
in every supermarket aisle.

There is a baby crying
in the tension between
the shoulder blades,
in the tearing of the spleen,
in the dulling of the forehead.

There is a baby crying
in every bottle of wine,
every syringe needle,
every tightening fist,

in the tears
of the pillow,
in the belly of
the hollow dumpster,
in the shrill weeping
of the ambulance
strafing the highway
outside my front door,
there is a baby crying.

©Garth Madsen