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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?