My Fathers Father Poem by Saul McCandless
My Fathers Father
My Fathers Father Would I rather?
Have gone too and not to have her?
Days of legend To never die
Would gather dust and lead to cries
I am as I had been though child no more
W/ purpose and fists, brought to the fore
I attend to implore and lead thou skull
Take my hands as my will grows dull
For when in winter blood crawls cold
I am able, of things untold.
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