after
me
that i can't make heads
or tails
as to what they are,
millennials,
x, y, z.
who knows, who cares.
with each new crop of bodies
rising
up like flowers
or weeds,
they all have to learn what we've
already learned,
and now
know.
it's their turn to struggle
with the truth,
to swim or sink.

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