An Elegy For A Felony Poem by Barlot ...

A face faded from the family portraits She keeps in the reminiscing-well
Tangible only when the thirst of loneliness needs to be quenched
And only then does your name come up in this land-grave.
I swear, Father, you were something...
Maybe nothing more than a patriot without a mother country
A sinner without a God
A projection of memories in my head
But something more than a 1.2 kilogram liver.
In our eleven years of acquaintance I know nothing more than the effects of your genetics
And the St. Lucia parties where I hear I have your face
Nonetheless, I’ve created a home for you in my character list
With a fictitious analysis ranging from your love of your family to your love for organic farming
Which I’m aware is a stretch-
I hear I have your imagination as well.