My Daughter Likes Boys Poem by John W. McEwers

Summer was always such a happy time
till now.

He showed up one day
in a one direction shirt
and a one religion tattoo
and with one thing on his mind
and that's poonanny

She's only seventeen but I know the type
because I was a boy
once
then a man
now this.

Progression is the deadliest sickness
beating hearts only ever beat in time
and time kills all
but the doctor,
who?

The doctor.

Trust me

I am one.

My hands are clean.

It isn't me though. I am not worried about me.
There is a dark storm crow
and it calls the clouds near
and the rain pours in
one direction
it fails to cleanse my fear

My daughter likes boys now.

They all flood in one direction:

My house.

My daughter likes boys now.

I've purchased a gun.

It's just for show,
a stunt, a ruse,
but I tell the boys,
the bullets fly only
one direction.