if they were to know
what fables i no longer
wished to hear
would they beat their breasts
with the overwhelming
distress that they
who so lovingly raised
this seed of life
had unwittingly poisoned
the soil that it
spread it roots into
to anchor and grow only
to wither away in
moral purgatory?
Friday, March 13, 2009
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