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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Submitted: July 21, 2017



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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