The Lancean Specificity
Killer
The deliciousness of viciousness some thrill to
The vanity of humanity some kill to
Be born again for as more orphans of the war
The fatherless like me who had a father who
Could not be bothered to have anything to do
With orphans of orphans and maybe bastards too
This complication of this implication of
Being now seeing how it seems a lot like love
Is really all that ever mattered anyway
The scent of blood does not arouse my heart to soar
When now was then it might have but not anymore
Forgetting yesterday I remember today
My father was a killer and will always be
But I am not my father and he is not me
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXII
