Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Poem LXXVI: On Tragic Duties

If you learn that your daddy is a dirty fungoid
Vampire, you will have, alas,
A brief while only in which to mourn.
Now, before your eyes, a tragic law asserts itself.
Knowing, itself, imposes hard necessity, but clarity too,
As to what it is you now must do.



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