09-12-2011, 05:06 AM
The father cries his grievances
in self-important tones,
whining, retching the absurdities
like Indian food after a late night.
Above your crib the light
pours through, anoints your face
with blue oils. Another day is here.
New addition to this tribe the boar,
and painted whore
he calls his own, will sanitise your love
with hate. There can be no bargaining.
Training you to follow meek
through the world their parents made, seek
a hole to crawl into,
bring your own unwitting pups,
a contract is already signed.
Therefore lined
like a pattern of stars, divined by some
foolish gazer, each humiliation waits,
until you can cry your own grievances.
in self-important tones,
whining, retching the absurdities
like Indian food after a late night.
Above your crib the light
pours through, anoints your face
with blue oils. Another day is here.
New addition to this tribe the boar,
and painted whore
he calls his own, will sanitise your love
with hate. There can be no bargaining.
Training you to follow meek
through the world their parents made, seek
a hole to crawl into,
bring your own unwitting pups,
a contract is already signed.
Therefore lined
like a pattern of stars, divined by some
foolish gazer, each humiliation waits,
until you can cry your own grievances.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe