[Lyric] Poem 31 – Mystic Pedigree (Charles Ireland)

Put forth beyond this simile
A smiling face of atrophy
Has paused my sullen heart
And caused a mystic pedigree
Not known beyond my systems age
Or known beyond my sisters tongue

An age of Sims and Brawn
An age of catatonic bellowing
That stops the caring of the other
Then
We grow and bend to wills not ours
And bend to tragedy

Behold young sullen simile
Young brazen fruit of life
Behold
You are and am forever here
As part to some degree
Of my mystic pedigree