born pre sold soul
with a behind the eye
cast iron cold
she told them don't touch
with two fist clutch
said i was convalescing
and she didn't want a baby too much

blurry father's face
maybe made it fifty months
old english fifty after whiskey
heard her middle name maybe once

paid carnal capitulation
felt fatherhood, still damnable
co-created, my gestated, sad situation
co-created, incarnated, a cannibal