Furnished from the beginning with superlative demeanor,
You sway no haughty elbows,
And ****** all colours of mockery,

Refrain from staring down the bridge of your nose,
As well as the egocentric adults
That bear the sharpness of a minotaur horn.

Your own sanctuary
Is crafted from knife fissures and bullet nests,
The nightmare of cathedrals;

Though existence must be slain
In order to fashion birth, yet
existence is never slain for applause