Poem in the Ninth Month

Beth Ann Fennelly
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Now that they’ve x-rayed
the mummified female crocodile
in the Egypt room in the British Museum
they’ve found
a baby crocodile, mummified,
inserted far back in her throat.

Just so, little one, we swim
toward the next life.

They will set the clocks to zero
when you open your eyes
at what they’ll call the world, not
the afterworld.

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