the wine
the words
the screaming torrents
all
groove cutters

some sharp
unripened, immature,
but drag marks made
because they,
rain rutted, sun baked
features permanent,
landscape of and on
parent child
the one
the same

some seasoned
accident chanced to breathe,
some ingenuous clever,
fully formed,
immature only
in the
youthfulness of the pain
for a lifetime
always on the tip of tongue
lingering

the child struck the parent
seventeen stitches on the head

the parent struck the child,
pleading mocking begging
his life to take
charge

neither pressed
charges

for
the wine
the words
the screaming torrents
all
grooves cut

had charged them
both
had changed them
both

thirty years plus
of immaturity,
testimony,
their sentences
  are being served concurrently

nothing has changed
only the depth of the grooves