Early necessity

 I hear your cry through the wall

Desperation perforating

You never begged to be born, or did you?

Early morning doesn't let you sleep

under your blanket

existing for the breast only

The crying starts quietly

Then rises to a moderate crescendo

Just what ails you little one

You've arrived here in this little thumb of reality

this nub of a milk bottle

observation and feeding

They'll lose their identities inside you son

baby talk and reassurance

as you cry the whole night through