What good is the marvelous?

by Regis Boff

Every death
comes with its particular novelty.

While birth plods into life
with a ill deserved and sloppy exaggeration.

Tumbling incoherently through
the thick, sticky afterbirth
of the womb.

Each one shackled to incomprehension.

Still, we guess birth to be miraculous
while it’s endgame, death,

is reviewed as a misfortune,
conducted by a chorus of “if only’s.”
and the tardy howls of losing.

Of what good is the marvelous,
if you can’t, watch?