Paterfamilias Poem by Richard Weissman

His mirrored image careful gliding blade from foam white cheek to jawline,
As ice-blue eyes singing rang my ears,
"I'm headed for a land that's far away,
Besides the crystal fountain"
That was over forty-five years ago,
And him now gone eleven,
Though his mind receded with face half-frozen long before,
And Kurtz,
And Hollow Men,
And Ozymandias
Tattoo my mind still,
Driving pen forward in tar-horsed continuance,
And,
"I'll see you all this coming fall,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains."

(2019)