Baby Worship © 2008 Fraser Harrison

Truth is, he behaves
abominably,
never speaks, except
to yell for his grub,
pukes, pulls disgusted faces
and secret smiles, won’t
look you in the eye,
yawns, goes to sleep
while you’re talking –
a complete yahoo.

As all can see, he’s
a god come to earth,
our infant idol.
We kneel to worship
the divinity
of his fingernails –
sublime gems never
seen on human hands!
His cries, frowns, dribbles,
all, all miracles!

God or thug, he’s now
the bright moon that tugs
our tides, creator
of the fresh world where
we’re all newcomers.