still human.
I was changing my 5 day old cousin last night,
wiping his scrawny, wrinkled, premature butt,
and i suddenly felt dispair for him,
as weathered Priam must have felt
for Hector marching out the gates of Troy,
knowing he might one day look on a beautiful child
as dispassionately as I could
but i felt that fear, reveled, and smiled uncontainibly at the tiny
cornmeal yellow doodle he had made.