Michael's Somersault Poem by Raj Dronamraju

He played the part of my mother at the theatre in practice
"Why don't you know how to tie your shoes? "
This gambit has been discovered and shot down

He played the part of the dancer in my one happy memory
Don't get too close when he executes a flip
No need to worry that privilege will ever befriend or rub off on you

He played the part of the silent, sinister driver early Saturday morning
Nothing is left from Friday but bullseye pain dead center between the eyebrows
The grave has been dug….Let him wiggle his way out of this one