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There’s a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes

I threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes

Which you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living

It’s no stretch to say you were not quite a father but a donor of seeds to a

poor single mother

That would raise us alone

We never saw the money that

Went down your throat

Through the hole in your belly

Thirteen years old in the suburbs of Denver

Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner at the catholic church

The servers wore crosses

To shield from the sufferance plaguing the others

Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables

Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity

And I’m thinking of you, I do every year

When we count all our blessings

And wonder what we’re doing here

You’re a disgrace to the concept of family

The priest won’t divulge that fact in his homily

And I’ll stand up and scream

If the mourning remain quiet

You can deck out a lie in a suit but I won’t buy it

I won’t join in the procession that’s speaking their piece

Using five dollar words while praising his integrity

And just cause he’s gone it doesn’t change the fact

He was a bastard in life thus a bastard in death, yeah

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