The Final Words

He was the chosen one

He was the only one

The father’s perfect choice

The son who he could sacrifice

On the alter of his perfection

Perfection requires no memory

The son, an inconvenient memorial

To his father’s sexuality

The father’s Father would have forgiven

But he would not forgive himself

Instead, determined to wrong his rights

And infanticide not allowed

He chose to kill the soul

Of his son,

His only one.

He pillaged and plundered

In the name of holy sanctity

Ransacking his son’s privacy

Fearful and afraid

The devil had got there first

The cup of blessing he passed to son

Fire rimmed in hellish flame

Was laced with guilt and shame

The son, his plundered soul

In love did drink

When fathers Father turned his back

And rageful perfection was not enough

To translate to eternities gates

Age in decrepit steps

Slid skin from bony frame

The son in pity spoke again

I love you

Three times affirmed his love

Father’s perfectly cold eyes

Affirmed three times

It is not enough

And there was silence