Life has no parent
no one to soothe its misery
or its crying
in the night
when the storm crows call
and rain leaks
in under the flapping roof slats
and the laughing cowboy
and the leering astronaut
in the corner of the room
on the tiny rocking chair
that life would be rocked to sleep
in
but no one cares.
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