Monday, December 6, 2010

In commemoration of my father's death

That white drop -- dives deep
Into being brings me
Screaming, yelleing -- I stop
Till a drop
As white as the first
Passes down my oesophagus.

She 
As white as milk
As smooth as silk
Frees me -- away.

But again -- into another swaddle
As white as the first
I am wrapped.

And -- to this life
Come back -- never.








(with my father (bearded) and uncle (mom's brother).

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