Clenched Hands
Clenched Hands
UNCLE
Exhaustion has set in.
What is the problem?
Is winning not enough for you?
Please...
I can beg and I can plead
I give up!
Now...the faint smell of incense?
Now in my weakened state
you choose to help?
My hair falls from clenched hands.
I kneel at your feet.
Is kissing them not enough for you?
Was your goal my tears?
Need they streak my face?
Must everyone see?
Must that be done
before you lift and carry me
to our next destination
MY Father, my God?
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