Cutting Teeth

Please
sleep
daughter.
You wake birds,
foxes prick their ears,
neighbourhood cats turn restlessly,
desperate to curl away from the noise that you make
they foetus themselves and press their noses deep into their arses. I cannot do this,
my ribs will not allow the bend, nor will my conscience.
In the end I'll lift you again
and ask what ails you.
What ails you,
daughter?
Sleep,
please
.