Homecoming

No guts
no heart
Nothing to prop this wretched skull
a swiveling head atop a massive hallow frame.
The irony of electric life finally greeting your bones
at your final hour.
all these unsatisfying years add up,
to show you just how meant you meant to this world.
Like your father,
and his father;
curl up and let the devil's minions carry you to your destiny:
A hell more barren than a south Florida landfill.
"welcome home, son"

1/18/07 1:31pm