|
|
|
| Biography | Poetry | Essay: Poetics /Kinetics | Résumé | Copyright | Previous | Next |
| Poem for my Brother | |
|
Mortifications and Lies (forthcoming);   Listen to the Poet Read |
when he died you were the strong one broad shouldered anchored and gruff my brother you bawled out the hearse driver for taking your father too quick to the grave we went in the black car my mother my sister my daughter myself we talked on the journey held hands fell quiet some of us looked for rainbows we followed the silent man hurtling along in the box this was our father grandfather husband mute as stone and heavy it took a life time for Dad to talk he saved it and in six weeks precious said it all he was lucky he said to have the chance my brother stayed away couldn't see the old man his father had become didn't want to hear the refuge in the words dad held for him dad understood the distance he'd taught his son well to be a man at the funeral we talked of roses and bicycles my brother spoke thanks properly and bravely and much later in the women's kitchen wept
|
 |
 |
|
|
Biography | Poetry | Essay: Poetics /Kinetics | Résumé | Copyright |
||