Children, ye are wicked

children
ye are wicked
playthings of full moons
hollow inside
devoid of good
or light to know the difference
the flip side of good
gone
like a sparkler
killed on the fourth of july
stillborn into this world
that sighs
you are born
another one in
another out
leave your garbage
in a heap
with a hip
and lust frozen
'tween the hips of another
like the time you felt
invincible
impenetrable
infinite
hell
anything at all
children
ye are wicked
like your mothers
like your fathers
like your aunties and uncles
hands covering their ears
and eyes turned in
oh
so far in
hell
the whole wide world
under water
under siege
under the influence
of selfishness
and who gives a flying fuck?
ye are wicked
we are
in hell