Don't Call it a Comeback

I can only tell you
I hope I was not myself,
When, during that dark night,
I sowed some desperate seeds.

I watch the ground, now -
Praying that nothing happens -
And I will wait and see
What nature nurtures.

I am, and have always been,
The receptacle for echoes;
The bane to Homeward Angels;
The Moron of the Western World –

But I am not a coward,
And I am not a deadbeat:
You do not turn your back
On any of your offspring.