“FATHERHOOD”

Your tiny fingers
betray the beauty within
every simple thing
beauty of cars
flowers and guns
mankind rose above
the apes with a vision
beyond the mountain
beyond the cave
he built God and Love.

The vision remains
one of the most beautiful things
that there is
so limited
people as slaves, houses as cells
replace the caveman collective
slaves with toys
the first kiss of new lovers
beauty in every movement
my child I made,
with the hands of lovers,
who once were strangers.

The child you claimed
I would never know of
silently adopted
by the death of your love.

22-10-00

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