Caul
The face was not apparent, two snips for the airholes placed
the nose
and let the first sense of the world be sent pouring into
those runnels
to the brain and lighting up the lobes- the scent would be
with her always.
The membrane was rolled from the shoulders, a wet-sleek
mane, then rested
in a foreheaded diadem, incised and unlooped from the ears, and the remaining
cap from the skull finally lifted, a freed slave freed, the
full caul detached.
When the infant is put to the mother’s breast and suckling, the caul is pressed
to paper, planed and soft, smoothed of all veiled features
and left to dry.
The sailors would seek it out once long ago, fold it tight to bind
their bibles
in liu of a cork coat, and more tightly clutched. But take
note, it is to blank paper
the caul was first enscribed, when its power was palmed and
written upon
that sheet of white. The paper holds the damp, the scent,
the subtle Morpheus print.
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