Who really cares about
sticks and stones?
Bandages and pain meds
handle those just fine;
but a name like that one?
It comes down
like a slab of whirlwind-flung
concrete.
It doesn’t matter
what the old proverb
insists upon. Names
carve and crush and
starve and slush you,
and then, there you are:
nothing but remains, and
no one knows
how to ask
after you,
no one knows how to reach
your next of kin.
Dark Matter 
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