The babies keep coming

coming

into the world

petals opening disgorging

disgorging.

Mouths to feed

feeding feeding

milk flowing.

They pile up

statistics

scream and kick

another matter of pride

to show off.

Tick one more box

box ticked move on

over the horizon the

petals are pulsing

and absorbing

disgorging.

The world blinks and is missed

world without end.

 

Somewhere behind a wall of silence

a dry mouth forces out the remains of a used up life.