“Mary, Mary quite contrary
            How does your garden grow”

Seraphim devolve right out of time
Striking fear in every child who understands cleanliness
   is a sham
Innate cruelty flows through a child’s bloodstream
Passed down like a generational heirloom
Child meditates and soon enough the invisibles
            materialize before her eyes

Child shakes her rattle
Plays with lettered cubes
“Ah!” she says out loud
Identifies with her voice for the first time
Same experience as a newborn python
            who realizes it can slither
            far enough
            to sink its venom
            into a sapling’s stem