I wanted
to beat him
beat him to within an inch of his life
I wanted him to feel
this pain and suffering
we all stood here and felt now
But how could I demonstrate
the mental anguish
which stretched tight
across our faces
as this new
truth
sunk
in
I watched him
back peddle
into a corner
where
I wished to take my father's
cane,
this unwelcomed new appendage he held
and smack that look of
success,
of incomprehension,
that look of
arrogance
off the specialist's face
But instead, my heart
charlie-horsed
as I stared at the computerized images
my brother held tight to the
wheel chair
His eyes yelling to me,
"Can you believe this asshole?!"
My father shut down
and his companion
zipped tight
and the circus quartet
silently rode
the elevator
down
and left the building
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Comments: 7
I wonder if you are typing directly into the publisher, because there are a couple of what I think are typos. I don't recognize the word at the end of the first line in the last stanza (quarted) I think perhaps you meant quartet? And I believe a word is missing at the end of the first line in the third stanza.
Darn Gather for not furnishing a spell check for those of us who need it. I write in a word processer and then cut and paste which saves me, because I'm an awful speller and typist.
This is great work on a heavy subject which evokes memory in the reader as well, a must for personal poetry.
Thanks for your wonderful imput everyone!
charlie-horsed
These two lines tell it all