The Rebuttal

Facing the death of someone's kid from addiction
Is like grabbing two images embedded in concrete
butted up against one another

One of the dead child
the other of a veil of fog lined with daisies

an image turned around and behind
a monster hovering over the denial
in epic proportions

and I know it but i keep
revolving in denial

saying NO!  affirming NO!

By the Bye

I wasn’t there

you were

lines into your veins

keeping you just alive

I was in the kitchen

stuffing percolating

stirring

You were in the er

perishing

my baby

by the bye

fly ing

home to God

fleeing heroin

starting a step up the ladder

to heaven

forming a coalition with angels gone before

looking down on

them that don’t care