They say the old must surely die
to allow the new to thrive
a sacrifice that bears new fruit
from the ash of kernels cast

the promise for the hopeful flesh
shed with cocoons in the light
a cheerful plan without regard
for the outcome that then transpires

this is the jest by the gods
revealed as the greatest lie
when the reverse is the truth
culminating in a hollow life

what may be new is no more
put aside before it’s born
rotting while the old conspires
to pretend that life will thrive.

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