Brian Beckage
26 September 2021

You raise a boy, a girl,
Giving them everything you have,
But all they want is more.
When they appear at your door
What is it they want,
What have they come for?
Not to talk, not to sit quietly,
Unhurriedly, long pauses between
Sharing of words or stories or
The sun setting behind the trees.
All they know to give is resentment
At not getting more, their hunger insatiable
A perfect reflection of our world.
What you won’t give, they try to take,
Your balance, identity, soul,
So that you too will become a wendigo,
In a bleak and barren world of wendigos.

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