A quiet, pockmarked boy
born to a joyless man
in a humorless town.
He learned to ply the family trade
After lessons in Latin grammar --
Gloves for the nobles, the business
took a hit when the market fell
in the Midlands.
Would that you could split yourself
in two and satisfy both sides
of your soul.
You left home at midnight, you
couldn't bear to see the sadness
in his eyes compounded by betrayal.
And what strange creature slouches toward
London to be born?
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