MY SIBLINGS' FATHER
Other children feared monsters
under their bed,
I feared the one
living under our roof.
His hair was nimbus black
with a storm's thunder
in his voice.
His fists were freight train brown,
ball bearing knuckles.
Frostbite blue was his touch
with empty icebox eyes.
His smile untrusted
growling words spoken
like tangled spaghetti
He was my mother's husband,
My siblings' father.
A childhood of baseballs never thrown.
Bruises and shattered bones
medicated with lies.
Happiness diluted with tears.
In a house with screams undetected.
When asked what I wanted to be,
I testified "far from here."
Now, fiber optic home front news,
Faceless words.
Cancer eating away at your life
with the fury of a piranha.
Your disease, my champion.
Fighting with the courage
I was unable to muster.
Your epitaph written
in my adolescence,
while plotting your midnight homicide.
Again you leave unaccountable
for your actions.
I’m left to wrestle with the demons.
Not the strength to forgive,
My memory too scarred to forget.
I'll keep the battle lines drawn,
your monument.
Let the puzzle piece fall where it may.
Good bye old man
You'll be missed like a pit viper's bite.
Your pain can no longer
touch me,
from the grave.
My Siblings' Father
by JUDGE BURDON