Baby Sister Survives Ebola . . .
Before your wedding day.
Before your children’s faces
greased in nut butter, hot
mouths coated with pink
syrups, released guffaws like
baby sparrows into the after
After two body bags bearing your last
name were sealed betraying weary zippers,
before your big sister’s membranes
burst and your own belly swelled again and again and again.
Before your survivor money—mildewed
dollar notes were good for nothing:
You emerged from between tented white sheets.
Withered, guilty, new.
& Dies in Childbirth
A baby girl.
A baby girl crowning.