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No Firstborn Ever Spoke Thus

1.
Where, where have you been, son?
Your supper lay untouched for all to see;
The sitting down to sup was fit
For feast unto the dead.
Do you not think we care?

‘Mother, you are easily moved to care
But stronger than hunger you made me.’
No firstborn ever spoke thus.

2.
Where, where have you been, son?
Your brethren stopped short their play
In ill conceal’d annoyance, I think-
And joy was thoroughly spoilt
Are they not good for you?

‘Mother, they still have you to hold
But out of love’s narrow fold you set me.’
No firstborn ever spoke thus.


3.
Where where you have been, son?
Your hands are bloody; so is your crown
What hands could make you suffer so
With nails as sharp as these.
Do you not think we care?

‘Mother you are easily moved to care
But stronger than death you made me.’
No firstborn ever spoke thus.

12-24-2006

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