Rejection (draft)

They will beat the child out of you
Sooner or later

Some say sooner, some say
Sooner still.

The mooner
Crestess

Cresses

Breathing
Labrios

Ballus
Trade

We are or we aren't

The fuck is
Knowledgy

Fuck fuck
Otocracy

They say beat the moon
Over child's hearing

Why say the wise men
and women who

Say why child must die
Or be subdued

In order to
Alive.

There is no rebellion.
There is infancy and

Perennial

Beating the drum
Of change

Beating the drum
Of pain

The child lives
Anarchic.

In order to walk
Your legs must be broken

In order to walk
Your back must be broken

We provide the neck brace and
crutches

But walking
's impossible

Until (lest
You notice)

Legs truly heal
And your mind that

Is healing
That's rationalization.

***

Loading me up
With luggage,

Then yelling
At me

for not keeping up
Running