How dare posterity

How dare posterity
be. My generous loins
attack me. The ingrates.
Buttered biscuits
in police hands strut—
an embryo person
is soulled, how lilies
are watered and such,
but how dare he be
pliant of necessity—
I should kill him
if only my totem decreed—

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~ by Jeremy on December 19, 2012.

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