That Certain Smell
By William Morgan
A newborn has a certain smell. It smells of beauty, wonder,infinite possibility, love.
Not all smell like that.
My Mother was a crack whore.
I smelled of cruelty , corruption, and, despair.
Mother tried to sell me. She died in prison. I never knew my Father.
This newborn smells of life. It has a family. It has everything I never did.
Fate, destiny? Pure luck?
I place my hand over it’s face.
I take my hand away
Death smells the same on everyone.