Your grampa was a literate rebel
Your grandma the first woman on Earth
Your mother the galvanical lightning
That split her on giving birth
And your father
Was a spirit of living flame
You were sealed at birth with the holy name
Of a city and his name
But because this world has an unbearable tear in it
You spent your days as a respectable baronet
Inheriting a title, not a birthright
But seeing your birth like a bloody star
Set the sky on fire from afar
What kind of jaded fool would have guessed your worth right?
And what was it meant to portend
That your mother should bear a son?
All men, according to your father's friend
Were beasts in comparison
In you we glimpse
The true pattern of our lives
The man lies dead but the beast survives
We stand on the shoulders of giants
We fall from the shoulders of giants
We fall flat on our face
Our life is a long disgrace
But your father
Was a double giant born
And maybe his two-fold Titanism
Spoiled your proportion
When fate swallows a father's flame
Is it wrong it should spare a son?
One thundering step from the beast of fame
Scared out the garrison
But what is owed
To those your peace deprives?
The man lies dead but the beast survives