“Come,
passer of genes,” confirm
my worthy works.
Daddy,
who began as an actor, admits
it’s easier to
expect performance
even in poetry, even if the poem is cut down to size. But the speaker
turns
almost stops the gesture with amputation;
eschews
calling it an idol, his art
tragic a means self-haloed with all its wrong. The strength eventually becomes creative our hands another language – silence, distance, no longer speech
that the gods take pity on him or poetry, we steel new generations.
