What did you work for?
Who did you last nurture?

Your last hope
died with your son;
only wrenching biers
and a proximity
to bare the thought
of what has become of it all.

It only pours:

you are not bound by reality
or the means to stand still
with the last of your earnings
and the rest of your 'family'.

Deep down
I feared this would happen
to me, the last of a dying breed;
my mother's only son
fetched from my mother's yard,
with a knife through his throat,
only to be awoken by God.

Yours sincerely,
Last edited by Bleed Away at Jun 9, 2011,