Young man opens his mouth

And god spills forth

In rage and solemn fire

To cleanse the earth

And we were too stunned

To tell him the secret we knew

That children should not be wise

Sit and wait for time to infect;

But we were wrong…

That it was always youth

That spoke untarnished truth

And old age that corrupted

With cynicism and pain

Like candle soot on paintings

Hiding the bright new brushstrokes;

Don’t listen to the dead

They have nothing to offer

Lend your ears to the newborn instead

For they are filled with life

In abundance.