I cannot help

but wonder where you are,

blood of my blood

tainted by greed and polluted

by urge to take beyond

what is reasonable…

 

…blood of my blood,

you start to fade but I hang on

to the confusions of your life

and wonder at the marvel

that could have been

instead of the path I know you found yourself

upon and to which you once said

I was to blame, that everybody

was to blame…

 

except you…