A Gypsy Child | Polish Women's Poetry

a child conceived by a roadside cross
on a night drunk with blind oblivion
in a bed made of a tousled pine's roots
set ablaze in the throes of darkness

this child will issue from a Gypsy womb
to dart straight toward astral paths
he'll pierce the skies with a scream from Orion
to Big Dipper's bright breath

and then he'll be a well-to-do man
he'll sell his life for his starry silver coins
so he can lie down by the cross in the field
and talk to God who also screams