Progeny Swarms

 

When tribes congregate  for warmth

 in the unlit cobblestone egresses Versailles moves unimpeded

 to Somer’s Island.

 And Spokane.

 

 The purposed

 and the possessed 

 seek endings for stories

 their ancestors remembered so well

but forgot to tell their sad progeny why.

 

The traumatic span of  Lavinia sings,

 exchanging generations for

 seasons of sight and

 eons of blinding.

 Vanity smiles.

 

 White wheels

 hide the deceitful

 born in the ambiguous

 and buried in ambivalent grave

so that the new cannon fathers can tell the same stories.