Sins Of The Fathers After Rupert Brooke Sonnet Reversed Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Hand trembling can't grip hand, delirium fright
trips George who meets dark dragons every night.

The sins of fathers seize son as wan moon
another follows through spaced zodiac,
Bane, not Jane, Bill, Henry, banish boon,
as Turnham Green set scene for nerve attack.

Some say his parents eked out quite content
existence on Debentures, Gilt Edged stocks,
but down the hatch his small remainder went,
dressed up as whisky soda on the rocks.
Time swallows all so why throw stones or sticks
upon an alcoholic man-at-arms
slain prematurely by life's unjust kicks
cure held at arm's length by unlucky charms.

Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights
Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights.

Ah, the delirious weeks of honeymoon!
Soon they returned, and after strange adventures,
Settled at Balham by the end of June,
Their money was in Can. Pacs. B. Debentures,
And in Antofagastas. Still he went
Cityward daily; still she did abide
At home. And both were really quite content
With work and social pleasures. Then they died.
They left three children (beside George, who drank) :
The eldest Jane, who married Mr. Bell,
William, the head-clerk in the County Bank,
And Henry, a stock-broker, doing well.