And he took his father to the flame and his father mentioned
I’m not a goat
And the boy mentioned no you aren’t a goat
And the daddy mentioned the place are the goats
And the boy mentioned you’re a goat in the present day or you may be a goat
The daddy thought of hybrid beasts and mentioned nothing
He appeared with love on the unusual youngster he created
He thought of how onerous it had been to maintain the boy alive
And when the boy led him down the dying path he stored considering
I ought to be in cost
However I’m drained and I can’t do something to realize management
I’m crinkled, worn-out, sick of seeing
Issues get destroyed in my title
Do I thoughts that I is likely to be become another person’s burden?
Additionally, I love my son’s dedication
Somebody, the voice of X, informed him to take me to the flame
Somebody severe, a reputable character,
Advised him to take me to the flame
It might have been completely cheap to withstand
To say look, son, this isn’t the type of factor you need to do to your father
However I used to be drained and the kid was persistent and I questioned
How lengthy will this factor go on?
It’s true, I’m previous now
I don’t really wish to stay that for much longer
However there are a couple of extra issues I’ve to do
Is it presumptuous to say there’s a future that relies on me?
The Earth has its personal concepts
The ocean has different concepts
And the sky has concepts
There are only a few our bodies falling from the sky in the present day
I believe I acknowledge a few of them
They’re my youngsters and one in every of them whispers to me
This isn’t the correct method to stay
And to stay within the improper means is to die within the improper means
Who mentioned that and what did they imply?
Earlier than he takes me to the flame I inform my son
There’s nothing left to do right here on Earth
I welcome the ache and I welcome my son’s audacity
I love his fingers as they grip my shirtsleeve
In these fingers I really feel unhappiness, tenacity, anger, hope
I really feel the violence of the centuries filling up in his blood
I understand how lonely it’s in his physique
The expectations of our individuals are extraordinary
This poem seems within the February 2025 print version.