It is the usual
Subway pièta
Yet there is
Something
Different
Perhaps
Because
The child
Is so still
More than clinging
He clutches her breast
All but buries his head
Within her fullness
Her hands and chin
Grasp his two year old weight
Make small grooming motions
Forming a fortress
Her arms enclose him
Shining darkly bright
Two panther jewels
Inspect his slack-jawed mouth
His upturned searching eyes
