The Night before Christmas 1978
The corridor to the morgue is wide and empty, and softly lit
and this bearded old man, burdened with presents
desperately searches for the door marked restaurant.
Then I see her, small and heavy like a tiny battle ship,
her radar hand scanning her cargo
of two hundred and seventy delicate bones.
In a buff envelope tied with green twine is an x-ray
of two spiny aliens, one slotted inside the other
both dependent on a Pelvic anchor.
Her smile is much like my wife’s and I am grateful
she does not know what I do, or how glad I am
to feel her child respond to the touch of my palm.
Natalia Spencer B.A is a Writer from South West England.
Like most Writers she knows, she has family, cats and many books.
The MSF Silver Award for poetry is welcomed addition to her bookshelves.
Her work also appears in: I Am Not A Silent Poet, Writers For Calais Refugees, Flash Frontier, and the anthology Kissing Frankenstein and other Stories.