Elegy For My Stepfather

You took her From all of us You got the blame You never understood us You ignored us She loved you She then ignored us too You created a sort of destruction In the hearts of us Indirectly You caused the creation of fear A fear of abandonment A fear of alcohol A fear of our own mother A fear for our own mother A fear of her destroying herself Just as you had You were a creationist You were an artist You were the sculptor of the Dent in the wall And the musician of the Noise upstairs I never had much of an appreciation of your work But asked by the only woman capable of loving you To create something of the memory of you I create something too I string letters together To create words I piece those words together To create statements And with these statements I say the only thing on my mind Since your heart of cruel origins stopped beating Thank God you're not here To create anymore.