My father is ham,
sliced on the floor. Pulsating.
He is dying.
Without eyes,
without feet,
hands,
liver,
or lungs.
I watch his respiration’s as
they slip, so slowly,
away.
Now is the time for tears,
but where could they be??
He already died in a dream.
When I was young, I watched
his casket get planted in
the ground.
My grandmother was headsick!!
Father was not a seed.
He was a musician,
and a bum with a harmonica.
A bastard!
He watched his father die, also.
His father was not ham.
He was on a rope,
dangling
like a pinata for a child’s birthday.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Powerful work.
Powerful work. Well done.
I like this one! True in so many ways!
Your vision is so sharp, and so hard, that you must be the softest, warmest person on Earth, inside…. You don’t seem to keep any of it inside you…. another powerful piece, my dear….
It’s difficult to feel so much and compose oneself always ~ thanks for sharing both sides of you.
I literally said ‘oh my god…’ when I finished reading this. I enjoyed it very much!
Oh, wow. I really hate saying wow, but for a lack of a better word I’m going to say wow. Because I love this.
Very deep and symbolic.
Ohmymaggie! Such PROFOUND words. Your voice is so powerful. This got my stomach in knots.
sad
Very well written. Powerful stuff, Maggie.
Whoa! Dark…
This remind me of sitting with my dad when he died , at home. He had lost his sight , and speech, he was already deaf., he had been all his life. But I just sat chatting to him. Suddenly he turned and looked at me his eyes had cleared and I feel he saw me…. a smile I am not sure, but then he went. We had convinced my Mum to take a rest a bath , when I
called her in she refused to believe me until the Dr came and convinced her ………… God! that is a deep close memory that rarely comes up for air … your poetry has a lot to answer for ( in a nice and good way!!) Thank you .
I particularly like this one.
Aw so sad.
Maggie, what can I say but poetic execution par excellence.
Best regards Talia.
Powerful piece
Nick
Well done. I lost my father when i was very young, thanks. Very powerful.
That’s a great poem maggiemae.The tone of it reminds me of Sylvia Plath’s ‘Daddy’
That last line really hits you.
i read this a few times. just amazing.
Your poems are all so dark, but your imagery/metaphors are incredible.
Wowwy, this is what poems can do. If you dig deep into my stuff you may find “Memories of Symborska”….that one should give you more insight into my experience and perspective.
You’re really diggin back there aren’t ya? I forget about all these older pieces.
about to pull out the shovel again.
I’ll have to check that! Thanks Doug!
thanks for being good
🙂 Thanks for reading, Doug!