Mi Pappa (My Father)

When last I'd seen you
You sat, a weathered frame
Of a man thirty years prior
Arms crossed loving - feeble

Gazing into the screen
Through coke-bottle glasses
The gravity of generations...
Upon your brow

I screamed in silence
For your pride - acceptance
Knowing you were prideful,
Loving of your child

The great timekeeper,
Yet to halt your clock, is near
As the soothsayer's breath
Through our hollowing bones

So I mourn you now, my hero
Thunder ever-echoing our name
For I fear my wails will not
Carry into the third plane

- ELS for ENS