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TERESINKA PEREIRA




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A Father Considers

 

In some former life
I must have stolen sacred fire
Or bedded the wife of the wrong Olympian

 

Maybe I boasted of superior archery skills
Or a fleetness of foot unrivaled
By winged beast or anger-piqued deity

 

All this could explain why today
I wear a heavy wool black coat in the rain
In the park where we keep the graves

 

Layering dirt onto the
(so small) box housing a
(too young) body cancer-staggered into stillness

 

There is a reason behind all this
Advise the clergically-inclined
As well as those in need of a way to fall asleep

 

Perhaps then it’s true that centuries ago
I once spat malevolent venom
And am sentenced now to writhe on the ground

 

Well then I do and do again
Soaked in unspeakable sorrow and still
I will do it all again

 

Sing my fork-tongued songs towards you again
Lie with each of your marked lovers again
No smite in this life will deter me the next I promise

 

I will steal your fires all over again
And again and again until you return
To me what’s mine my son my baby boy

 

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