We are conscious of pain,
And that pain is called “consciousness.”
Look around you, this place is held in place
Open a book, open a door,
Room after room and page after page of
Rococo-broke boned cages and hearts
Bathed in blood.
One times one equals one.
This is the story of the family.
“Boys can you please get your fists to curl up into your laps instead of pounding on each other’s sternums already today please?”