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Writing in the Shade What does youth know of evil?
The dark noise one should fear.
does it learn it?
does it grow it?
does it simply wait below in evil sleep;
primeval patience that waits till death,
the inevitable death of youth.
When daddy beats mommy,
till here skin is blue.
or when sweet puppy goes rabid
and white humor foams from the mouth.
Maybe one day a door left ajar
brothers new girlfriend wide open on the bed.
Maybe, just one day
the darkness just comes, awakened by flesh
an armor, an Agies made from the mind
necessary madness.
for really,
how would a child survive today?
