silent foetus -
when you went, it was head first
severing the cord only made you grow more
at life they hunger, they beg, they claw
with refreshed firmware, just plug-and-play
like you saying through a Zeitgeist, hey, I'm ok
stillborn child-
silver-haired, but frothing the same bile
no longer the jaundiced yellow-skin, but forever blue
only green waves, breaking the humming plateau
how they crash, never to return
only foaming waste in grey machine, churn
alone I wait, here in the wings
until the most frequented went rare, and then ceased to being
ever-patient, with permanent room-and-board
one becomes just a number that they jot
so here’s to you, my last ode
then let my hands rest down on your throat
unspoken rest, ten years late
asphyxiate, asphyxiate.
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