Heir Abhorrent

Inborn conqueror, scepter for his rattle,
crawling belligerence, babbling for battle,
teething on a monarch’s ring, his ordained bib
soaked red in the christening blood of his crib,
collecting a toy chest of corpses, piled up,
a cool eye as he drinks from a sucky cup
that brims with bloodshed, his cherub cheeks swollen
with conquests and the coveted spoils stolen
from others whose worth is but the vaguest sense
hinging on his fickle object permanence.

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