Written by Lena Dupont
My infant’s cries will break
the reverent silence
When I get pregnant, I hope I give birth at arlington national cemetery and spill natal blood on the ground at the tomb of the unknown soldier. My infant’s cries will break the reverent silence, and soon everyone will join her & there shall be weeping & gnashing of teeth.
Check out this poem, and more of Lena’s work, in print in Serpentine Vol. 3