Saturday, September 24, 2011


With tears smart,
I watched from the gallery
as the straps grip
firmly held him in place.

Tears flowed from my eyes
just as they flowed
when dagger
to my fathers chest he drew.

My lover of me asks,
'how is it that your eyes tear?
when without thought,
he made you fatherless'

To sum it all, 1 + 1 =2,
what justice do I find in two deaths?