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Children of the DamnedThe children with white eyes have gatheredLike owls around their parents whose mindsThey can read. The children smile, compassionately,As they confine their parents in nursing homesWhere they will be cared for, professionally,And preserved until the money runs out.The children form corporations on the internetWhere they buy and sell futures on the stock exchange.Unencumbered by the weight of memory, the childrenKnow that it’s time to start over, from scratch,And nobody’s hiring anybody over the age of twentyBecause the present is so much better than the past.[Disposable Poem October 8, 2013]Dr. Mike
Children of the Damned
ReplyDeleteThe children with white eyes have gathered
Like owls around their parents whose minds
They can read. The children smile, compassionately,
As they confine their parents in nursing homes
Where they will be cared for, professionally,
And preserved until the money runs out.
The children form corporations on the internet
Where they buy and sell futures on the stock exchange.
Unencumbered by the weight of memory, the children
Know that it’s time to start over, from scratch,
And nobody’s hiring anybody over the age of twenty
Because the present is so much better than the past.
[Disposable Poem October 8, 2013]
Dr. Mike