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Re-Born Father

These urgent strangers dressed up in green gowns
Snip rip strip
My dad’s red pants underwear and shirt
From his ancient body

A de-frocked clown not funny anymore

“Oh Bobby, don’t look.” He cries
Mocks
Wonders if I get the joke

But rather than some skinny sagging
90 year old man

His skin is taut
Pulled round his plumpness
Knees bent to hide his hairy tangled groin
Head proportionally squat

Eyes darting with shock

Skin greased with sweat and blood
Like a wet canvas
Of the water colors he loves on walls

Hands panned under his flop
Skootching him up the gurney

My old man
As fresh and upset
As a new born

Helpless like us all.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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