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