See betrayals of children –
in that way we took them
for granted [we lied ‘bout
stuff mattering just to us]
& things shift apart – We’ll
play a long game [but sup
on short odds] – A hushed
brutality was easy to rub –
that & piling up stuff – All
our undoings & so sordid
in how much value it had
among bickering fools – A
cruel call to explain little –
by clucking others [a trace
of untrustworthy advisors
spitting feathers] hid from
us – we will become a sure
match in acetic spat ways –
& we’ll continue betraying
every innocent next-of-kin
until they give up & adopt
our inane rulings [designs
now delated] – thrown off –
whilst they shy from loves
& ownership of a parental
trap & turn from using up