Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Family Diagnosis

We all suffer from the same wound,
but we festered or recovered differently.

Brother one ran down a road
and landed in prison.

Sister one inhaled smoke
and came out fumes.

Sister two swallowed shit
and now shoots flames.

Brother two dazzled in the hills
then became a permanent star.

Sister three got burned
and came out fighting

I lost my voice,
and learned to speak with my hands.

We all kept walking,
but not all of us escaped.
Some wounds festered
and turned septic.
For many of us,
death and sorrow would be our legacy.

1 comment:

Lu said...

I'm very sorry for your loss and hope you and your family are finding comfort.