NPM #19 (Onslaught)

—after Winchester

I kill my children
I think of everything
I sign with an X
I kill my children

I sign everything
I kill my children
I think with an X
I sign everything

I think of children
I sign everything
I kill with an X
I think of children

Stayed

Morph didn’t die or get kidnapped
but minded how the Sentinel palmed him,
as if he were some souvenir store
mood stone, before Logan snikt him loose.
Like the cosmic cashier could care less
if you stole.

The attacks subsided. The government
changed. Everyday, most everyone saved.
Logan and Morph, both barely aged.
Juggernauts relented, but something sinister—

House of Them

 

Sunday morning certain mutants realize

everyone is changed. Is it right to reveal this?

 

To be fair, little is new. On the nose

of most folk an egg tooth has grown

 

with which to peck their shell. But those

who sprout no horn? They suppose

 

themselves dependents so pray,

tent their hands in a cowcatcher shape.