Father, you are too close to the dead.
For you, the seam between this world
and the next is so thin you could
easily slip your hand between the threads
and understand eternity.
You surround yourself with people
who hold hands with death every day
and when he pulls them over you say
another gone to that country I know
and its siren quiet and calm.
Your gray blue eyes are always looking
at you from behind their faces
so you extend your hand to them and say,
welcome to the club sir. I see you are drowning
and want to catch a little breath.
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