History
A black and white photo
Taken decades before I was born
Your face trying to smile
That is me
That is my thrashing
Uncertain look on our face
Thoughts lost on phantom wishes
Who saw your feckless id?
Who knew how you skirmished?
You were painted in nimbus
By so many demotic poltroons
No one measured your ulage
And God, that baleful despot,
Gave you no clemency
But allowed you to rout entropy
Soused with vapor
And disappear out of three lives
And enter into thousands.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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