The Quiet of Grave Dispositions
The bowed heads of my childhood
were supplicants to
a mainly benevolent God
who never trapped
past the point of endurance
always offering
clauses of escape
The bowed heads of current children
are petitioners of
a viral gaming god
sending more candy
than two thumbs can crush
more mad birds
than a swipe sharply left can launch
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