Hatchlings

Hatchlings

They do no wrong.They hatch, they cheepAnd start to look aroundAt scattered egg shellsAnd matching eyes, setIn hatchling soft, soft, downThat we replicate as fluffy toysAnd put their image on saleAs they are killed and thrown as trashBecause they were born male. 

Copyright LJ Ireton 2018

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Published on December 27, 2017 12:24
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