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dust ripped from the soil that day,

while my car cut without empathy

through the particles of life giving dirt

top soil gone and unreplaceable

my child knows this, sees this,

he feels this like an illness,

and he is losing sleep and purpose

because he knows we’re untenable.

even now he chooses no children.

to procreate is an irresponsibility

he will not even consider. he’s thirteen.

thirteen and he sees that we’re unethical.

how do i save him, help him thrive?

i don’t think i can.