The Velocity of Your Intentions

Whether painting the side of the fuel tank tar black
or cutting at his nails with the rusty clippers
they must listen.
He is father, after all.
He must be obeyed.
Past the obsequies,
The boys were promised noisy adulation;

Because the quiet dignity of his vigil over the material
has passed
and what has happened is not worth repeating.

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