handfuls of air

You'd have such beautiful children

without me, still a child myself.

The kids don't stand a chance

emptied out as they are

every few days, with or without you.

Discarded, emptied, discarded.

Disrobe and discard, no discord,

not this sword in its sheath

warm. Another night to ward off

the oncoming storm, on schedule.

Check the app. Not today, don't wanna crack

that egg. No legacy for me

except in words, my silent brood.

Excuse me for not moving

the species forward, not yet bored

enough with you.