The Wedding

The wedding guests
 tanned and tepid
 ringed by falling children
 will die as their grandparents died

(grey fingers curling under sullied sheets)

but tonight they dance
 a crooked wooden two-step
 slip the sweating floor-tiles
 break balloons that must be broken 
 spill scotch that must be spilt

while I (childless child)
 who may never feel a daughter
 stroke my deathbed brow

dance in drunken dervish delirium
 wild-eyed and whirling, bestial, pale,
 hemorrhaging, bloodshot,
 rhythmically rapt

(dangerously sinful
 talc powder pure )

as gestating eyes grow round at me
 afraid their unborn
 will be born

without legs.