Family Portrait Poem by Francis Santaquilani

It's the juxtaposition,
Eugene,
That made the photo.
The juxtaposition
You never considered,
Even as she dangled
Like raw meat
On a hook
In your periphery
And all your sad little men
At your knees:
The quite one,
That one, the
Strange one, the one
That looks like your father-in-law,
And the others. And you
Proud and sleek, sleek
As your routine,
Puffed up
From unconditional love,
Like a vampire posing
With his victims. You
In color and everyone else
In black and white.