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