Etched Mirror
He was a giant with wavy hair wearing a pair of Stacy Adams
He tried to teach me, his non-conformist son
He was never on the run, he was ever having fun
I was locked up in me, envy maybe?
Wanting to be him one day, not likely.
But in spite of me I was, I fought the genetic inevitability

I watched him shave, I watched him lather his face
The blade scraped and made this sound
Tiny black hairs on porcelain abound
That laughter and that smile
I watched his habits good and bad
He was the Father some young men never have
I miss him now, love him still
Some see me and get chills
He tried to teach me, his non-conformist son
He was never on the run, he was ever having fun
I was locked up in me, envy maybe?
Wanting to be him one day, not likely.
But in spite of me I was, I fought the genetic inevitability

I watched him drink, I knew his pockets would be like brinks
I capitalized on the stink from his pores
He drank till there was no more
There he was passed out on the floor
Mom was a little sore, but she helped him up
and man could he snore
He took me out on tours of his favorite haunts
Sides of his family with cousins and Aunt’s
Down in the country folk , with a **** well and some goats
He tried to teach me, his non-conformist son
He was never on the run, he was ever having fun
I was locked up in me, envy maybe?
Wanting to be him one day, not likely.
But in spite of me I was, I fought the genetic inevitability

They poured and he drank, then I heard boy that’s your cousin
Here I’m thinking I’m bout to get some country lovin
This non-conformist was genetically rearranging
Little by little I was becoming more engaging
I heard him say this one time
“Boy don’t tell your Mama” and he walked upstairs but I was quiet
Maybe I was more like him than I should
I was only five but understood
The mirror etched  was more than a reflection
It was a connection to his soul, my sons like me I’m told
He’s a non-conformist and it shows
He’ll have his own tales to weave
And though I no longer grieve
That day I saw my father shave
Will forever be a part of me

She was eerily happy since her husband's death
She even threw a party the day he was laid to rest
She cried with the rest of them
She lied with the best of them
Ten years later there's still no arrest
He died on all hallows eve
better known as Halloween
She still has the pictures of that horrific scene
His torso was more so a mess at best
He was hacked with a machete from his head to his chest
He was minus his *****,
So how was this seen as an accident
The facts were bent
The spin doctors spent
A Halloween prank gone wrong was how it went
The town folk were forgiving after losing one of their own
He was born and raised there
She'd shown up almost wind blown
From Haiti some say, more like Hades most felt
But these were loving folk in the bible belt
Ten years to the day, the very second it happened
There was a darkness to the sky and lightening was flashing
Rain began to soak the thirsty land
And from neath the small tombstone appeared a hand
Inside her home there was celebrating and laughter
The two women who murdered him, were clicking their glasses
They toasted and boasted about the perfect crime
The wife and the other woman just having a good time
One big flash, then BOOM
The lights go out, they scramble for candles
but not one lying about
Another flash of light then a silhouette appears
The other woman starts screaming "HE'S HERE HE'S HERE"
The wife slaps her hard, saying you're just seeing shadows
He's buried out back, see look
But the grave was hollow
Another flash of light then BOOM
The door crashes in,
mud dripping from that machete that was buried with him
He swung with a swift blow almost severing her shoulder
He swung again and missed but his intent grew bolder
Another flash them Boom
And the town's church bell rang
His Wife grabbed the machete and swung at nothing
She looked outside and the grave was intact
She looked down at her feet
There lay her lover brutally hacked
Sirens were wailing as they drove her off to jail and
This is the end of my Halloween tale