the time i dropped your almost body down <br />down to meet the waters under the city <br />and run one with the sewage to the sea <br />what did i know about waters rushing back <br />what did i know about drowning <br />or being drowned <br /> <br />you would have been born in winter <br />in the year of the disconnected gas <br />and no car <br />we would have made the thin walk <br />over the genecy hill into the canada winds <br />to let you slip into a stranger's hands <br />if you were here i could tell you <br />these and some other things <br /> <br />and if i am ever less than a mountain <br />for your definite brothers and sisters <br />let the rivers wash over my head <br />let the sea take me for a spiller of seas <br />let black men call me stranger always <br />for your never named sake<br /><br />Lucille Clifton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lost-baby-poem/
