And he took his father to the flame and his father stated
I’m not a goat
And the boy stated no you aren’t a goat
And the daddy stated the place are the goats
And the boy stated you’re a goat at this time or you’ll be a goat
The daddy thought of hybrid beasts and stated nothing
He seemed with love on the unusual youngster he created
He thought of how exhausting it had been to maintain the boy alive
And when the boy led him down the loss of life path he stored considering
I ought to be in cost
However I’m drained and I can’t do something to realize management
I’m crinkled, worn-out, sick of seeing
Issues get destroyed in my title
Do I thoughts that I is perhaps become another person’s burden?
Additionally, I like my son’s dedication
Somebody, the voice of X, informed him to take me to the flame
Somebody critical, a reputable character,
Informed him to take me to the flame
It could have been completely affordable to withstand
To say look, son, this isn’t the type of factor it’s best to do to your father
However I used to be drained and the kid was persistent and I questioned
How lengthy will this factor go on?
It’s true, I’m previous now
I don’t truly need to stay that for much longer
However there are just a few extra issues I’ve to do
Is it presumptuous to say there’s a future that is dependent upon me?
The Earth has its personal concepts
The ocean has different concepts
And the sky has concepts
There are only a few our bodies falling from the sky at this time
I feel I acknowledge a few of them
They’re my youngsters and one in every of them whispers to me
This isn’t the proper solution to stay
And to stay within the fallacious approach is to die within the fallacious approach
Who stated that and what did they imply?
Earlier than he takes me to the flame I inform my son
There may be nothing left to do right here on Earth
I welcome the ache and I welcome my son’s audacity
I like his fingers as they grip my shirtsleeve
In these fingers I really feel disappointment, tenacity, anger, hope
I really feel the violence of the centuries filling up in his blood
I understand how lonely it’s in his physique
The expectations of our persons are extraordinary
This poem seems within the February 2025 print version.
