Adoration of the Easter Lamb
New to the world, our farm,
is this darling—
gilded with placenta, gluey curls
Shelley for its breathlessness, the hazel eyes
that blithely surmise the earth.
Little solemn forehead,
Sore body licked raw, cut loose
from love’s bonds, from the ordinary
ewe who is terrified
of loving what is doomed.
Put away the nipple’s fleshy nub.
Let the formula on the stove boil away.
A painting of a lamb on a dark altar—
that’s what you are.
Puny creature, beginning to tremble
although it is April and warm.
Paula Bohince’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, Crazyhorse, Field, Michigan Quarterly Review, and Shenandoah. She won the 2005 Grolier Poetry Prize, and her poem “The Fly,” originally published in AGNI 59, is reprinted in Best New Poets 2005. She lives in New York City. (12/2005)