ODOP: Portentous

The stars were pregnant
when my mother disburdened
herself of me squalling.
Sages spoke; words
fell thick and heavy as
summer rain, and the floods!

Great things were
delegated to me,
underachiever. Gods,
why not lay claim
to your rights? and
rescue me from my fat fate.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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