I’m still their frightened son

Age twelve

In the rustling trees

Behind grandmother’s house

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Where Georgia would sing

Forcing twilight to blush,

Feasting and thriving

On the wails of forefathers

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I’m still the boiling brat

On the edge of nineteen

Bursting with light

Swallowed whole by tomorrow

By a desolate dream

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Despite the faithful villains

That live in my shadow

All the evils I reap

Flee the lights in their eyes