bioxoid

bioxoid:mcull

Requiem

For whose sake do I civilize these boys?
Training them, like vines; trimming their sprigs–
topiary for whose estate?

These fleeting larva all die young,
of exposure: to the elements,
or to periodic tables of them.

My wild boys, my raw and urgent,
my emotional apes, my deep sincere,
my aboriginal innocents: I raise and erase you.

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