Marc Tretin

THE BABOON WAR-GOD BABI SPEAKS THROUGH A VENTRILOQUIST’S DUMMY TO JUSTIN ALTER

We’ve heard your prayer about your child.

You know it will not be answered.

Love is always too much and not

enough. Don’t be afraid.

Your daughter will repeat sixth grade.

Attention deficit disorder is her God.

Do not stare at the gritted teeth

of the Baboon. My opened palms

welcomed the nails. I wrongly thought

freedom was the cutting of my strings,

but this Baboon-God opens and shuts

my mouth. God enters us through

the wounds we cannot feel. His hand

is in a hole between my shoulder blades.

We’re all sock puppets filled with a love

only He can feel. Can we, without Him,

love who we love?

That should be our prayer. Yet my prayer is, 

“Our Father that art in heaven, hollow be thy name.

We forgive your trespasses if you forgive ours.”

Your girl won’t leave home or find work.

Can you hug this child that is less than ordinary,

yet loves you, because she must love somebody?

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Marc Tretin is a retired attorney who is devoting his declining years to poetry. He lives with a very understanding wife and his adult daughter, as well as a French bulldog, a poodle and shapaniel mixed breed, and two cats. He is happy, partially because he jumps rope every day. Full Profile