ah grasshopper
and the child
weighing life in the palm of it’s balance
kills it
and thereby perceives some knowledge
of death’s life
will store the length of that silent remorse
in some locked box
in some back drawer of time
and then
in due course
will open that regret and learn
that the time for sorry
has run out time
and that will unbalance you
will kill the life out of you
and some other child will call you
grandpa grandpa look
a grasshopper
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