fathers

[milo]

at night, I snuck down like a thief
you took a picture of me
stealing pictures in my grief
and just to show you loved me

you shared with me your whiskey toast
upon your breath, your flame
and then to show you loved me most
you took away my name

Oh father thou, oh father thou
I eat the flesh and drink the blood
and if you could be with me now
I’d take the lash and take the good

bread and wine is bread and wine
bread touches bread and no one bothers
your blood is yours and mine is mine
but everyone must kill their fathers


Did you know – oh, did you know
where Trojans go? Well, but of course
if you look within the book
you’ll find them there, they’ve grown quite horse.

I’ll lay this raft upon the waters
laden with your severed head
wrapped in lace as my three daughters
skip double dutch and rhyme me dead