Spilled Seed

January 13th, 2019

Where are
the children
for these parks?

The grasses grow
& miss them so.

What have they done
with my son
unseen & unborn?
It is for him that I mourn.

Flowers without children
like spilled seed
that must fall
on every hill
where we all
have killed
what grew there before.
What grew there before?

Children sowing children
Until we remember
how to forget
Until we remember
how to beget
not just how to fuck