WHEN I SPEAK OF WE I MEAN ME, NOT YOU

To PRC

We people childless out of choice,

out of inability to be worthy

of the trust to beget and raise,

betray seven million years of evolution,

all the dead generations begetting,

carrying in their wombs, giving birth,

raising and losing child after child,

burying them across seven million years;

we betray the survivors of those aeons

of loss, those becoming parents, dying

child after child, parent after parent,

the rare ones seeing a grandchild

in their senescence in their thirties and fourties,

those grizzled matriarchs and patriarchs,

betray seven million years of their crude and

short copulation seeding short lives,

briefly flowering, early withering,

suffering generation after suffering generation,

and here we are, here I am,

at the end of seven million years,

and girl, I so wish I could have

been what you needed,

and we could have thrown seeds

in time for another seven million years,

human buds blossoming

from our fossilized skulls.

26.08.2022

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