Friday, May 29, 2009

The Road by Cormac Maccarthy: A Poetic Response

A Father and His Son
Each the other's world entire.
One hidden campsite to the next
Through a waste of ash and fire
"You promised you'd never leave me."
A promise I'm dying to keep
Waking means to see his face
ripe with promise
beautiful even in sleep
Gaunt and angelic, refined 
by hunger and fatigue, 
Questions that mean 
more than they ask.
Eyes that beg 
to be shielded from the truth
wide with fear and denial
Make me a liar 
Waking means to see his eyes
and a bloody cough neither can deny
that keeps us both awake
to see him tremble
knowing when next he wakes, 
I will not.

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