A Parricide Unpunished

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The poem describes a manipulative relative on the day of a funeral.

Submitted: July 21, 2017

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Look now

 

Upon It’s form

If unknown so easily missed

 

It trembles and quakes

In her favorite chair and weeps

Reptilian tears

 

A parricide unpunished

 

Far beneath It’s skin that crawls

Muscle bone and blood all willing

Participants in the taking of one’s heart

One’s bobbles, one’s trust

 

A parricide unpunished

 

It’s a thief of tears and a smasher of faith

Nor friend or family is safe

It’s forked tongue all salt and honey

And a limp for good measure

This and more, It’s stock-in-trade

 

A parricide unpunished

 

The funeral seder done

It’s thoughts on future quarry

It’s mater, It’s host, gone for good

Hungry again, It had consumed the very last

“The bank is closed” pater’s voice in his head

So It sits in self pity

 

A parricide unpunished

 

Growing oldsters in hard plastic seats

Back pats and coffee, wrinkled smiles under arches

a sad sponge

In a slow soak emotional drought

Long in tooth but short on attention

The coffee grows old and the morning dies

Full now It exits over dirty tiles

 

The parasite replenished


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