A Parricide Unpunished

It's about a manipulative family member

Look now

Upon It’s form

If unknown so easily missed

It trembles and quakes

In her favorite chair and weeps

Reptilian tears

A parricide unpunished

Far beneath It’s skin that crawls

Muscle bone and blood all willing

Participants in the taking of one’s heart

One’s bobbles, one’s trust

A parricide unpunished

It’s a thief of tears and a smasher of faith

Nor friend or family is safe

It’s forked tongue all salt and honey

And a limp for good measure

This and more, It’s stock-in-trade

A parricide unpunished

The funeral seder done

It’s thoughts on future quarry

It’s mater, It’s host, gone for good

Hungry again, It had consumed the very last

“The bank is closed” pater’s voice in his head

So It sits in self pity

A parricide unpunished

Growing oldsters in hard plastic seats

Back pats and coffee, wrinkled smiles under arches

It sits like a sad sponge

In a slow soak emotional drought

Long in tooth but short on attention

The coffee grows old and the morning dies

Full now It exits over dirty tiles

The parasite replenished