A Summer Solstice Ode to Father’s Day

Upon this day

I cried and cried

for all my Fathers

who had died

I kept going,

couldn’t stop

Grandpas, Uncles,

the whole lot

Until I got to man himself

and saw a giant writhing form

that eats itself

from night till morn

A Sun that burns across the sky

our Father’s Fathers thus do rise

the tears gave way

the river dried

my heart had simply realized

a circle has no start or end

and all thats gone

begins again

let sorrow go

rejoice instead

for life itself

shall greet the dead

-White Witch



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