There's cold weather today
It is warmer inside the hospital walls
And warmer still inside the warm oasis of the womb
And there the child rests
Calm, unmoving, silent
The alleged father came as a simple formality
But as he saw his former lover
with her arms coiled around her head
Sobbing violently
He realised what had happened to his son
He could hear the genuinity of her voice
He could taste the pain
And as she, broken, lay her tearful eyes upon his shoulder
He felt a sort of contentment
A strange sub-speciation of joy, keep the palm warm
He did not fight the joy
He allowed it to infect him
He allowed it to seep into his core
And for the first time, he was truly elated

I am nothing, I am all
I will never fucking die
I am Jesus, I am God
I will never fucking die

Kids don’t have anymore goddamn respect
He knew this because every day the same three
little shits came over to his place on the corner
Laughing and snarling like dogs
And threw giddy kicks and punches at a man
who had fought two wars for their freedom
And by the time he had lost count of the beatings
They began to become a blurry miasma of pain and blood
He had gotten sick of the ritual
So he scrounged and saved
Every charitable cent set aside for when the day came
He was decades beyond his fighting years
But it didn't bother him
It only excited him more, fuelling the fire
that was his quivering dungeon to life
He began looking forward to the beatings
He savoured every bruise, smiled with each profanity
For it only served to incentivise the brutality
Of what would surely be their final encounter
But when the day finally came
And the sun and the stars aligned
He looked upon the approaching silhouettes
Then almost manic, gushing happiness
A happiness that pulled yet further
as he raised the gun gleefully
Curled a jovial finger around the trigger
And fired an unshelled bullet through the child's forehead
And those sooner were the gelatinous
stripes of blue and red flashing around him
And he was raising the barrel to his radiant smile
And dying a peaceful, thunderous death
And the children ran, tears of shock and terror
Streaming down their once smug patronising faces
They laughed no longer
For justice had been done

I am earth, I am sky
I will never fucking die
I am body, I am mind
I will never fucking die