Lion

'Could you tie my laces?'
Says Dad.
'I'm choking – reach down my throat,
and fish out the lump.'

'They've taken so much,
of my blood.
I'm drowning in samples.'

Watch – boy.
Watch, as your lion,
now toothless, clawless,
struggles after the pride.

Stumbling around,
on an afternoon. He points,
to the houses of the dead.

Do you remember,
when he would banish the monsters?
When did they switch our guard dog,
for a sack of bones?

And now, wish your hateful wish,
upon some falling satellite -
'Please let Daddy be

quiet.'




I actually mean this one. Never thought I'd write a 'Daddy poem' but there you go.