Now in the company of you with aesthetic odour

And smart angles in white robes

Hammock and syringe glued to you

Chalk travelling in your in

 

Never had the slate to collect memories of you

Never thought of you as a mortal

Never seen you this irrelevant

Never seen you this incoherent

Never seen you this incompetent

 

River drenched my robe

Sun went on strike

Pa, would have ironed my robe

 

The garage had prints of you

Your leaves had imprints of you

Perched on a bamboo you read to an embryo version of me

Pa, the wardrobe oozed your aroma

Your onion wafted through the air and sting

 

Learning ceased because you have seized

Life quit for you are quick

To disembark the train

Somehow,

I know this egg will walk

This caterpillar will fly

How

I do not know

 

Pa, I know this is not the end