First Generation
From the first generation came
our strength. Theirs was
the legacy the second generation
relinquished, too heavy
to own, and we, the third,
watchers and assessors of
these coldest moons and nights
the stars refused to illuminate,
saw the comets take a nose dive
down black holes our compass struck
a truce on. Strange loyalties
seduce us, thumbs-up, thumbs-down.
It's so capricious a matter
that Caligula's our friend
with his chain snake-looping
the darkness, nailing us.
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