Men Unfit For Mankind

| a poem by nublaccsoul from Chickens Laying Eggs on The Roof (2019)

I met my mother’s biological father, my ‘grandfather’, at his funeral.

Foul feelings, petty and futile.

Killer-stare, I look corpses dead in the eye.

So, I, shut his sight-lid, the iris; blinded the guy.

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But no disrespect to the departed, I came to bid the old man a goodbye.

Or maybe that’s a lie.

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I buried my soiled hand deep in his casket for a handshake.

But the unawake, unaware of my extended greetings

cannot reach out.

This is awkward for me; at a celebration of a life I never knew.

A human I never loved.

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New family,

folk I need to find familiar fields with.

A couple of assets left –

liquor store and a taxi business ‒

varying facets.