mutation

all the rovers have become divers
all the merry maids in divers situations
are come to their ends in intricate ways
the hems of their garments falling short
of their plans, the hopes
of a privileged few fall to the masses
each wanton phrase passed from pop to son
enough to get the damage done
plenty well enough to bring the mama to justice
leaving her alone with every memory of trains
driving through her head with
the ferocity of the years
crashing into her dreams without cause

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