The Invisible
Worlds of Daddies
by Didio Antis
How many worlds do we, unknowing,
inhabit simultaneously? And how many
grievous wounds do we, unknowing,
inflict there and there and there?
—Hien
Xi (7th Century).
Castles
and keeps of dolorous mien
Rise
and rise where, well-screened,
Blindered
men writhe in self-hate,
Bloodied
and numb. Oh, but they preen.
Slaves
they have to scrub and clean
Turret
to dungeon and yet the smell
Which
you’d think heaven free of, well,
Never
quite leaves, to permeate
Always
the sons’ wee dicks unseen.
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