Swan Song of 2021

Mighty brave, might somehow seem,

Of this child’s millstone swing.

Rest today, swept away,

Choking out freedom’s say.

Swung low, kid not mine,

Stinging sweet of hellish grind.

Black and bluish touch to drink,

Keeping bones of rake-hell weep.

At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who, then, is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me. “If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea. Matthew 18:1-6

-dedicated to the lost children of perdition-

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There’s a scar in human code, XY YY

Discarded leftover persons.

A rope of DNA torn RNA

Let’s tinker with this code.

Forge – Paste – Downgrade

-Miscalculation-

Said CRISPR/Cas might do the fake,

Your germ link cannot relate.

Generation mutation- immune to what comes next;

Designer species available on request.

Where are they?

One cohort fades into another, egotistical ‘leave me alone’ indulgent orphan age band; I was born in the ‘grey area years’ 1983 to be exact. The years are three 1980-1983 then it’s labeled the ‘Melimilum Generation.’

Some dub themselves ‘90’s kids’ or ‘80’s kids.’

After the year of 1983 is when the colossal Milimilums came into being the new boomer generation if you will; only they are more of an orphan populace then 40 years prior…

I can’t help but think that there is a ricochet, the contractions being suffered by the infantile are the phantom abbreviations that would have been links in a series that are inhabitants lost.

Perhaps there is such pain because those living don’t want to as a result of killing off those that would have been…

Or abuse their fleshy tissue in one bargain or another for that budding friend on no account gone…