Whose Key

My Grandfather was a Poet,

my Father was a thief

 

Their spirits fight to own my soul

—my Son in cradle sleeps

 

My Grandfather spoke of beauty,

my Father spoke of sin

 

The truth now locked within a voice

—whose key I leave to him

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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