In a hamlet buzzing with life there stands a dwelling desolate and ostracised
It’s gates are barred and windows heavily draped and blinded
At close deliberation I perceive shuffled movement and incoherent sounds from within
An irresistible urge an intrusive instinct I find myself drawn to the forsaken door therein
To behold a wraith distorted and distracted in a state of abject agitation
Vehemently she pronounced the denunciation of her progeny a stern proscription
Severing all chords which strengthened when the umbilical cord distended
Mournfully she reminisces the inexplicable joy of motherhood
The procreation of self the infant she had rapturously suckled and nursed
Rejoiced and celebrated his childhood and adolescence
Now unable to envisage a metamorphosis so horrendous
Which shamed her stern vigil and created an insurgent so hideous
What angst? What dissension? Bred such senseless insurgence
In vain she ponders had she nurtured him on anarchy violence and…
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Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 