Poem from Christopher Rice

I read this in a book by Christopher Rice...I thought it was beautiful."What fires burn the heart,From which God did these agonies start?Our cobwebs stung from death to deathAre to thin. Our lies greatest sin.I will hold you, child not yet born, And tell you not to forget,But not to know.You will soon be dense with memoryAnd the memory dense with souls.What fires burn the heart?From which God did these agonies start?I hold you, child not yet born.Yet I am not your god.Ask me not to stop the pain.The lies I'll offerYou need not gain.I cannot tell you how or why.I can only teach you That this world calls for you to cry."B