Because He Felt Hollow

Because he felt hollow,
unlike himself,
I thumped the dead body
of my father on the chest.
Not gently, but fierce-
like gauging a watermelon.
He was very nearly perfectly ripe.



Poetry by Kathryn Watson
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Written on 2007-03-25 at 04:55

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