Eulogy for my Many Sons by Stephen J. Dawson Jr.
The beat of your heart rushes blood to my head
Your slender-eyed stare and the thought of my bed
With your company promised and sworn by and said,
I opened my sock drawer and shot my son dead
In the hamper, he’s buried, he’s dug up, and then,
The thought of you kills him again and again.
– Stephen J. Dawson Jr.
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