Seat the adults
The handicap
Those whose bones eroded
and those whose bones are being made
Those women
Seat the wombs
The long standing feat
they deserve the
Propority seat
Seat them then;
Our fears
of clothing new souls and burying old ones
Our fears of fading
like ash into the wind
Seat it, let it hush
Our fear of halving, of breakage
seat it down, the fear
of breaking chapping bones and dignities
Seat our fear of being or becoming a new
Seat the fear of rebirth
Birthing little souls that sprout like fungi to raid or raise
Priority seat the missing
The wrinkles
The pained
All the normals can handle the bites of boots
The smell of armpits
Shaking earthquakes
on long rides
Just seat the fear
Our comfort can remain standing.
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