Love: The Most Precious of Prejudices
"O! Howl! Howl! Howl! Howl! Howl! O! No! No! No!
Alas! Here in its crib? My baby dead?
And this one too? The tadpole somewhat slow?
The speeding short bus flipped here on its head?
O! Woe! Woe! Woe! The twins? Here pumped with lead?
Their Happy Meals untouched at daycare still?
And here? The suicide? Who flunked Phys Ed?
The one each morn I suckled for the thrill?
Alack! The triplets? All yet in a spill?
Each injured? On the field? The ice? The court?
Here paralyzed? To never ball at will?
Oh, God! The life of jerking off cut short!
Why me? Why, mine? O!--What? . . . Not mine, you say?
All yours? I see . . . Oh, well--enjoy your day!"
January 14, 2022
Sonnet (English) (Spenserian)
Copyright © James Starkey III | Year Posted 2022
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