Bearing The Curse
He died
the day before
his birth
the curse had worked again
Generations
in the womb
their feticide
a last amen
The garden path
a stepford trap
whose fruit trees
bear the scorn
Enoch built
to hide the curse
the Mark of Cain
— damnation born
(The New Room: February, 2024)
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