What kind of Man
What kind of man
how could he
where the heart
what soul
tragic impressionism
what kind of man
would coerce
manipulate
encourage
an innocent
tender sapling
fifteen year old
to take it
to do it
to use heroin
what kind of man
would poison
so young
a free spirit
convince to
dip into
the brown sugar
the addicts heaven
that consumed
an angel
and compelled him
to crawl under
the kitchen table
and experience
Hell
pouring through
his veins
what kind of man
could lay down
grinning
winking his eye
in approval
to the melting boy
weeping under
the empty cupboard
what kind of man
could do this
to his own son
I wonder
as I watch
my father
unfold his
leathery black wings
and enshroud me
as the drug
pulls me into darkness