O Family Demons 2

Smoldering in those hallow smiles

Miracles at bay near the varnished tomb

Playing in the corner with bloody feet

Praying for another way to see.

Another way to breathe.

 

Deep in that wound, they would remember

When the darkness would fall over

Like fine woven drift

That the generations are well taken care of.

 

Swaying to those inward tunes

Feelings like the ocean, endless and deep.

I would beg you to crawl into my spine.

I would still and walk like the ghosts

That haunted my great grandfathers way.

 

Yonder, my ancient father would say,

That is the place I cannot go.

 

Taking his leather worn shaking hands,

Singing from the center of my changeless,

I will face them, I will face them all.

 

O generations of mine,

I will face them all.

 

Done