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He mapped the length of his son’s back with a leather belt.
Sapped his strength with tongue lashings and heavy guilt.
Attacked his legs with such savage and deadly skill.
The cracks left in the punched plaster were never filled.
Patched together from fragments, a sense of himself.
Advocate for compassion and the sensual.
As parents sent the young packing to the depths of hell.
The tattoo of guns clapping; the end of the world.
A marriage bed unraveling & a wedding bell -
Cracked. He fell into drug habits, the empty shell.
The tragic end of love’s passion, a temple that fell.
The collapse of such a fragile and sensitive will.
Relapsed to ugly patterns of kill or be killed.
To combat the drunken shadow and wrestle the swell.
Came back to the blood he battled, where the devil dwelled.
To smash the glass; and shatter himself.
After the sudden blast, a heavy quiet fell.
He asked his father “Why?”
The silence wouldn’t tell.
After the gun blast.
A heavy quiet fell.
He asked his father “Why?”
The silence wouldn’t tell.-
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