Please tell our children that you are
Please tell your children of your imminence
Last night a sickly light scarred
the low hung steaming sky --
a load shot into the seeded sky
Tell me your children are imminent
In this morning's feeble dawn,
eyes old and wise, wings
spanning three meters wide,
the great grey pelican -- ocean's hound --
filled it's gulping beak the final time
And then, mercilessly, Leviathan,
oil covered -- a suffocating new blubber --
blood plumbed with mercury and lead
rolled its eyes back in its head, white
ribbed belly stretched to convecting winds,
Today is merciless. Wisdom is dead
Please tell our children anything
They are compelled to scratch
their secret name in open osseous sand --
our children -- exposed and bounded by
the scaly crissing crossing trails
of slugs, mucous webs
Our children signed a blind consent
and they will desert wander
they will our debts pay
They will grow mute illiterate
They will be burdened by old laws
scratched in cuneiform upon
chipped slabs of clay
They have signed away
in aggregate, inheritance
Please tell them their secret names
Please let our children know
the fertile laws of nature will
supplant the fetid laws of man
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