Your father was lost
To tickle scents of honey
He would grin at kissers prying
And aggravate the hungry
Licked by dashing bullets
Missed the lack of heart
Turn blind the eye, a counsel
Of flesh and flesh apart
Mangled bout of power
To brothers love, a cost
Scorn the tyrant tower
To leave your father lost
Ambush jutting wings
Unfazed and years a distance
Beg phonographs to sing
His needle point resistance
Your father he was lost
To shrouding flights of feather
He would grin at angels trying
To break a binding tether
© Carla, 2011
