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 immediately or you may 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 demise path he stored pondering
I must 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 may be changed into another person’s burden?
Additionally, I love my son’s willpower
Somebody, the voice of X, advised 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 cheap to withstand
To say look, son, this isn’t the sort of factor you need to do to your father
However I used to be drained and the kid was persistent and I puzzled
How lengthy will this factor go on?
It’s true, I’m outdated now
I don’t truly need to stay that for much longer
However there are a couple of 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 immediately
I feel I acknowledge a few of them
They’re my youngsters and one among them whispers to me
This isn’t the fitting option to stay
And to stay within the incorrect means is to die within the incorrect means
Who stated that and what did they imply?
Earlier than he takes me to the flame I inform my son
There’s nothing left to do right here on Earth
I welcome the ache and I welcome my son’s audacity
I love 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 individuals are extraordinary
This poem seems within the February 2025 print version.
