Drowned In Bubbles MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   He put his baby to sleep that night

Sang a few notes of something old

Then entered into the porcelain world

To add three capfuls of solution to

The ocean in his bathtub.

Like he always had before

He poured in just a tiny bit more

For good measure, as his mother had taught him.

So he watched his bubbles

Multiply and grow cancer-like in the tub

From zygote to embryo to fetus,

Thinking of his sleeping baby who would

Come of age without a father.


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