His Manger
chaffed & raw
down to
my last straw
my last straw
pressed upon
his last straw
bisected
her last straw
piled upon
the last straw
of the institution
weighing upon
the last straw
of a dire state
predicated upon
the last straw
of a broken nation
But softly
the flesh
of Her tender hands
glanced
my last straw
His delicate
swaddling cloths
cotton prayers
nestled down into
his last straw
slipped between
her last straw
buffered
the institutions
last straw
snuggled gently
between
states
last straw
gave thin distance
from
nations
last straw
His baby weight
pressed lovingly
upon
last straws
this pressing baby
yoke
easy
this burden
Light
