The Adirondack Review
For My Unborn Son



Better you stay
in the un-world, unborn
this place is not fit
for children, nor men.
Even Lucifer has taken
his light and gone home.

I would never place you
on a stone in the forest.
The thought turns my throat
to ash, my praise to dust.
Let the naked altar stand
as proof of a father’s cruelty.

My mother’s mother
a thousand times back
traded your life for an apple.
I would have struck
a better bargain, and cooked
the serpent over an open flame,
under that fruited tree.

God never asks permission,
He would steal your rib as you sleep
and fashion your destruction.
Would you follow love
into desolation,
if love chose desolation
over you?

You would be made a soldier
in an unwilling army,
to bludgeon hope
from the breast of the natives.
I will steal your rifle
and replace your fingers
with roses the color of blood,
your eyes with pearls of peace.







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COLLEEN S. HARRIS is an assistant professor and librarian at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga. Her work has appeared in Appalachian Heritage, descant, Wisconsin Review, Bellowing Ark, and Sow's Ear Poetry Review, among others. In her free time, she is ruled by her basset hound Otto, and pursues her MFA in Creative Writing at Spalding University.
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems