forefather’s
 conundrum
 upon us,
 though they’d swore to spare,
 or so
 I know
 was said for I
  
 the entire
 affair
 they’d claim bear
 (bared)
 and barely equipped 
 for large pictures
 this, their future
 putrid 
 with grievances 
 inconceivable
 and passed on
 in the autoimmune 
 goings-on
  
 this,
 their future unclear about their own
 now 
 this future
 and
 all
 the never know how,
 the bludgeoned mercy,
 the sirloin
 cut 
 of sacred cow,
 the wow at our indulgences 
 whilst they fail
 (most, in memory)
 to
 comprehend  
 the fickle nature
 of
 all 
 that
 fortitude,
 the ambush
 of
 attitude,
 ignorant 
 of prescience,
 not seeing the signs
 left in wary 
 eulogy
 of those
 thought dead
  
 yet, still
 they
 live beyond
 us