we are born from children

The moonlight fell as snowflakes
whenever the pheonix died
and children's hands
balled up the ashes
causing the creation of Man.
       Youth was as it is
       realizing nothing about how special
       that such automatons
       could bare their teeth and
       blacken their lungs with silt
and emboss their cheaks in the color
of fire's feather.
Impatient youths fed them and watered
till suddenly their automatons
looked like the children
      as the children themselves no longer did.
     Spying their own faces in a looking glass
     the spheres dashed from all sight
     abandoning us their creations
     who would forever wonder why

we are from the death of suns
we are born from the cremation
of children.

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