Guysin Sauce

And every discarded sperm

a child murdered, or

half-a-child, if you must

And who wouldst care for these

half-children had they been

born? Hopping, one-eyed

And unipolar priapic with

their one arms raised reaching

for a sky lowering glowering

And forever uncomplemented

alone incomplete monostable

constructed from dripping tears

20th March 2017, inspired by a poem by Richard Gammon, title courtesy a typo from Darrell Shand ☺