Bundle "85"

So uncertain is this burden,
Like no mortals bore before,
As a shadow through the curtain
Laid a bundle at my door.

A weight so great it can't be lifted
Burning through my human hands
It's tragic shape deformed and twisted
Bares my soul with but one glance.

From a lifetime long ago,
Or a moment yet to be,
I see its face and now I know
This injured infant must be me.