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Into the Night

Into the night

I know I should have stayed with you the night before you died

I know you squeezed my hand that night though no-one said you could

I knew that you were asking me to

stay

the night

I knew it as you grasped

I knew it as I told myself it could not be

I knew it at as I kissed your blood-drained cheek and waived and lightly promised to be back

Why, why, why

did I go

out in the dark

the air was cold and taunting,

The night before you died.

* * *

The call came just as the family sat down to dinner

a pot of red soup on the stove,

luckily no longer in my hands,

else I might've dropped everything.

I'll drive you you said

We left the children crying,

car riding on a growing wave of pain

Sliding into the parking-lot, I noticed a throng of Philippinos

Entering the building, voices a gaggle.

They beat us to it, So eager to leave

their last respects

At the door

a stranger shot me

his hand. "Madam," he lurched with a smile, "I am so sorry about

your father." My blood

over

boiled.

Of course I know they only meant well!

* * *

In the master bedroom

I found my father

dead in the shape of a scream,

Whose?

I would wander

for hours and days and years on end

To whom does the scream belong:

To the Old Man, finally let go

Or

To the Foreign Male,

but a Boy, first day on the job,

now a man, possibly panicked brutal

in the face

of loss

of livelihood?

No matter,

now it is mine.

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