Lou J. Klaiber

THE WORDS BEYOND… OUR FATHERS

A smile
wide
with hope,

… lost to the gunfire,
mud, and sorrow.

… blood across the river of home!

… and it was all so long ago.

So Damn long ago.

Death!
done… in that moment
become

the Father and Son!

… yet some tried to be a Father again

and I walked away
… from the words of the Fathers.

Toward death
… again.

I walk another path
… beside the waters of my soul.

Not your problem Daddy!

Rest your soul!

I learned a new way home
and that all my words are rambling
dreams,

… of mud and blood
and holding them.

Holding my Brothers…
holding

just me…

and my Brothers

side by side,

within the dreams

so
… alive!

… yet dying dreams,

that are always

… coming home.

Always home.

‘I need yer cigarettes Bro!’

You just take what is left
of my heart
and soul.

Not much left of me, Bro!

‘Ain’t Nuthin!

Just you and me.

… and lonely is not my name.

Ever.