Our Father's PrayerA Poem by Alfred KukitzamenOur Father's Prayer Somewhere in an inch of time I find my father living in a grave Bones, darkness inhabit his dead breath His stillness appears universal I like him best this way Calm, cerebral, compromising on a huge latitude of issues. Here, at his best, Lies my father at rest. © 2016 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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