Father's Day

Fathers Day They came in the grey of that fractured dawn. Those sombre men in mourning suits. Platitudinous and ruthlessly efficient they took him away in an anonymous bag Our childhood Everest, Methuselah, shrunken now to common size. Incomprehension muttered behind our eyes, minds locked, quarantined from the mundane. A lesser day dawned empty and reduced haunted by sullen night, gravid with realisation. Birds sang, milk rattled children played. Fatherless, we watched him leave us.