ON THE BIRTH OF A SON
When a child is born, the parents say
they hope it's healthy and intelligent. But as for me—
well, vigor and intelligence have wrecked my life. I pray
this baby we are seeing walloped, wiped and winningly anointed,
turns out dumb as oakum—and more sinister. That way
he can crown a tranquil life by being
appointed a cabinet minister.
Heather McHugh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-su-tung-p-o/
