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.