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Paternal Character from England

Oliver Stein

 

You say that you are relevant
with your hand you demonstrate
the words you speak are rich and fatty
but feel like gluten in my sac
I am allergic.

Our wooden dinner table
brightly made
like a general you smack me

with one violent hand
a signal to be silent.

 

I find silence uncalming
its not the Buddhist silence
but silence that indicates the wrong
papa, am I the wrong?