The boy-man who struggles

to grasp

to understand…

The boy-children who grapple

for dominance

over each other…

The old soul girl-child

who seeks to order

every aspect of the day…

And me, resting at table’s head

the glue, always the glue

wishing to shut out the damage

that has come

that comes

is coming

at them like a freight train…

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