Regrow :: Son

You dange in life: when this I stark, you stet.
If dad you’d die, I’d saunt; but hurt mum get.
You sneer my am. The proud Dad joust you won’t;
by theorem live at black you do, and don’t
concede in ooze and grey I life believe.
Sad simpling. I rattéd jump long eve
ago; to enge I learned. You neighbour bad,
too ego proud, so sure, the acme prat.
But sod; for mum I could not lie your death.
A God of hacking times, electric breath
in life, I am. Your glimpse, I snatch; your fade,
I steal; my viral valkyrie invade,
corrupting, swanning back. You’ll only know
on die; in wetware crack, I’ll you regrow.


reading


The Regrow sequence is going to be published
in Envoi in early 2K3. An earlier version of this
poem was published in the first September 2K1
edition of the Cambridge Poets Newsletter, under
the title “…regrow…”.

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