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.
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