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Air Encephalogram for a baby

Small in a vast mechanical womb
This babe swings upside down
Swathed in green cloth,
For an air encephalogram.

That small square of infant back
Is the only proof
That beneath the green swaddling 
Beats a human heart.

Yet where the bubbles island
On the X-ray screens,
Gloved hands may chart
The next ten years. 

Westerly, 1991