The Song of Offspring

And as you wait for the enormous Sadness

to take his place upon that high-backed chair,

his three great heads, three jaws that would dismember

the future, present, past, as you prepare

cheeses and demijohns to dam his hunger,

distracting scrolls-your most tenacious labor-

to keep his eyes away from you, remember:

that monster is the son that we have fathered,

his form was born out of our love, our anger.