by on November 1, 2021 :: 0 comments

Born in blessed darkness,
Born in a bloody field,
Born without eyes,
Born without a shield. . .
You can take all my clothes,
you can read that last
misinterpret every word,
but you know-
my children are half me
and if you hate me,
then you hate them.
We are all one blood.
There’s no way out
in this world.
Born to wretched providence,
Born to reckless happenstance,
Born with no limbs,
Born with no lips-
it does not matter when
because it will
all happen again
until this birth aborts . . .

editors note:

A legacy of longevity arrested and unborn. – mh clay

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