if you have a wayward and defiant son who
does not heed or obey
take hold of him and bring him out to the
town elders and say to them
our son is disloyal and disobedient
thereupon they will tear down your darkest
desires your illusions of power your
desperate fantasy of control
thus will you sweep out the fears you’ve
wielded like weapons against
your child before he
was ever even
I am assuming the son here is between the ages of 14 and 20.
The changing of the guard is never as smooth a transition as any of us would like.
What poem would the son write?