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
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
David, my heart breaks for you. Heart wrenching. Be proud of the man you have become, xx
ReplyDeleteThank you Yolanda, you have a wonderful weekend. David, xx
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