He turns one last time

Glance glistering


Already dead

Clear and strong and true



Handing me the weight of a world

In a shell of daylight

I hate him for enclosing me

Subjugating me

Yet liberating me

To death

And rebirth

By responsibility

He releases his burden

And sweetly curses me

With his kindness

I still love him

I still kneel in reverence to him

Thanking him for the appalling gift

He gave me

False fatherhood

I am a willing sacrifice

To the love of leadership