Stone face of my childhood has cracked
The man who made me fear him, god, and the devil.
Now makes me pity him.
His thunder is gone and . . .
His mind goes all the time
I notice the jumps between visits.
I live far away.
The fall from human to . . .
To dust.
It is happening before my eyes.
And I weep for the inevitable.
This is the nature of things.
I am the son, I must watch him become once again
Stardust blowing across the ground.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
Stone face of my childhood has cracked
The man who made me fear him, god, and the devil.
Now makes me pity him.
His thunder is gone and . . .
His mind goes all the time
I notice the jumps between visits.
I live far away.
The fall from human to . . .
To dust.
It is happening before my eyes.
And I weep for the inevitable.
This is the nature of things.
I am the son, I must watch him become once again
Stardust blowing across the ground.