Mother and father
Here lies buried
Your unwritten law
There
For I am
Speechless
What took of custom
Has no niche
No sacred home
There
For I move
Yet restless
Over the landscape
Slightly bowed
A sun bequeathed
Of gravity
If only
You kept us secret
Mother and father
Rather than
Broad casting
Your fondest
Wishes reckless
Laws unto themselves
I find myself
Here
Wishing I were
Secret still
Children, please
Repeat after me
I must not play
Time out
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016
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