No Lament For Ducklings

The ducks don’t come around here anymore.

The sun wounds the earth, the water hot.

You needed to make a swing by the shore,

For your kids to never sit in— let the wood rot.

Let the earth bake some more for your pleasure.

At noon, on the couch, you snore,

Dreaming about a dragon fighting a robot.

You can’t see that in my head, there’s a war,

One you started where only I get shot.

Like the ducks, your damage has no measure.