As we got older, it became clear
that we wouldn’t have the luxuries
of drink without worry,
of sleep without restlessness,
of raising children
without fear for their survival.
It became clear
that we would never garner
the respect of our elders
no matter how dearly we pined for it,
and that the world itself
would smolder
while those responsible
rested comfortably in their graves,
and those of us to whom
our forebears’ sins were bequeathed
would be left to choke on the smoke
and ashes
of a promise to posterity
allowed to burn instead.