Begettings
Dysfunction cascades--
parent to child to grandchild
and so forth down the line—
until someone's smart enough
to be infertile or celibate
or erectile dysfunctional.
Fucking heredity
and its handmaids,
nurture and abuse.
However did we make it this far
without murdering one another
as the other sleeps
and blaming it on madness
or the demons the id will conjure
just for the hell of it?
parent to child to grandchild
and so forth down the line—
until someone's smart enough
to be infertile or celibate
or erectile dysfunctional.
Fucking heredity
and its handmaids,
nurture and abuse.
However did we make it this far
without murdering one another
as the other sleeps
and blaming it on madness
or the demons the id will conjure
just for the hell of it?
so far, not smart enough.*
"However did we make it this far
without murdering one another"
I look forward to the answer!
[it's?]
My poems wonder the same thing.*
*Beautifully composed. As to your question, are we making it?*
Your poems always renew my doubts we really are running as hard as we can ahead of the giant rolling rock. *
* love
***
A mirror for each day. *
* Well said. I think it's war.
So glad for your responses,
John, Sam,Chris, Loren, Matt, Nonnie, Amanda, Bill, and Gary.
I've thought the same but never so poetically. *
"Fucking heredity and its handmaids, nurture and abuse." *
Thank you, Charlotte,
and thank you, Gita.
*, Gary. I always like how your poetry is sensibly and intelligently put together.
I won't ask if oral has a play here.
Thanks, David.
Fantastic, thought provoking piece.
Good piece though I should perhaps not started the day with it. It pulls me done ever so slightly. Luckily, I'm interested in people via robots right now so that gives me liberty to construct characters as I please, according to my optimistic view of the world at large.
Thanks, T.L. and Marcus.