How long / you were afraid to become your father. How many times / I’ve said before that that’s who you’ve become— / I was wrong. Both of you are more than inheritance / inflicted.

We call this the ordeal blues / Now crawl to the piano seat and make a blanket for your cell / Paint scenes of a child dancing up to the court appearance / And leaving a man, / but not for home

Lead me / from untruth to truth / and I am trying but / the truth of the ears / often matters more.

This is to say fire can come / from anywhere, embers can rise from / the most unexpected places to burn / everything down.