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It's only the most serious
Accident you can enjoy, the one
Decision relaying your childhood
Into an army of villagers,

A statement to the effect
Of your physical emotional psychic
Ability to participate
In your own slow destruction

(Or so they/we will tell you
The instant you supply a reaction,
The only object of this
Question so much like gorilla-grooming):

Are you guys going to have kids?
Why not
Ask it, it's worth crying
Every night all night

When they're not little
For that short space
When they learn to say what you may never have:
I'm confused why you're not here.