I am still haunted
When god rent the temple curtain
And my father’s silence crashed into my world,
Rupturing a heart still carrying his blood
Silence engulfing my soul.
I held his limp, stained hand
Hands once carpenter strong,
Stilled by skeleton fingers
That hadn’t smoldered in the ashtray for decades,
Ninjas hacking with shiny katanas at pink tissue
Poison cancer invading lungs.
I watched his last breath escape,
Falling forever into eternal silence.