papa i still
remember your anger
and what you
did with it
and here i am
angry too and imitating
you
and perhaps, yes perhaps,
i, now, understand you.
the horror in us
the harrowing pain,
a love so huge
and flaming
betrayed by wind and
fire
and to our feet this
ashes of disdain.
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