From the moment of conception

we wrestle endless questions

into the dust,

defining our parenthood

on rotting carcasses of rhetoric,

our children an interpretation

of one self-proclaimed soothsayer

or another

as we look without

for the ways by which

to parent a child,

for within swirls of endless chaos

empty answers given

of puffed up popinjays

who cry superiority

when in truth

they rest far down

the evolutionary food chain,

and still we cry out

for the answers,

terrified of accepting responsibility

for the choices we . make

and the outcomes that result.