You blood-thirsty number slavesnLittle death upon your facenYou the faceless aching cavenYou the horn that screams your namennLoud noises falling downnYounOnce and future childnnYou the restless overfednChoking, choke on the unsaid.nYou the celebrated headnTethered to the future fled.nnYou the peeling dreams you firednYou the lightning in your eyesnYou the seedling's naked eyenYou the once and future child.