My father
Whose art was heaven's
Hollows and bread
Understood power in
A certain sense
He practiced disutility
While electrified by regret
One home down
A few more up
The previous did not qualify
Grand or honorable
Without a model
An engineering heart
Simplifies arteries to schema
Whose story and why
Did the end miss its epilogue
And fail the expectation
While riding the request
From far away to nowhere near
I miss
Missed
Marks held neighborly kindness
And my vagaries
Are blights and lights and frights
Fear will nestle in, a dog on the couch
While mirrors are spears
Waiting to accuse the point
Of periodic malfeasance
Memories do not do past
Nor tense
They are alive
He is not
Roman Ryan 