Gom Geog Meogmy
We would be as one.
I your ever willing son.
Or am I nothing but the fundament you crave,
Kept close at your right hand, but not as heir; simply as slave.
Call to me again.
A stranger on whom you depend.
I’ll tell you what we always knew in embryonic pride,
But don’t regret your actions when you shatter what’s inside.
Stretchered away, a casualty without the means to recover alone.
A clinical space and a foreign design, the illusion that isn’t my home.
A jolt to the spine is our common collapse,
But the blessing of men is a toll.
A surfeit of pleasantry, glossed over fact
Needs a beast to examine his soul.