Non Grata

non Grata

eyes splash,
break against the sight of him,
crumble

somewhere he was Daddy
scrambled eggs before church
cupped his wife’s breast

stumbles,
reaches out
the recoil a reflex, instinctive

knees strike the pavement
then hands
red-faced,
pants like a dog

As a boy he dreamed of a full belly
of heroism
played hide and seek
has yet to be found

Advertisements
Leave a comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: