Monday, October 8, 2018

Involuntary Suicide Poem


even though experts say
my son or his will burn up
and melt like a candle

and the oceans will rise 
so much it will set off

one against the other

in a violent scramble
for survival, and though they 

say it’s nearly impossible

to avoid, quite impossible
to reverse, to go all the way 

back to our clueless selves 

of senses and loves, way
back when we were children
of earth and sky; even

though life feels already 
long gone, I have to write
this poem so my son 

has a chance to forgive me

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