My Father

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James Berry - Non-Music, Literature

My Father

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For being so black so muscular so well curved like a groomed show man too fit everyday for barefoot he made us boys feel we could kill him For laughing so deep down notes from soprano like a tied stallion sighting a pan of water he got all laughter stopped to listen to him For treating ticks like berries gathering and the half dead cow in a bath of herbs and oil he sat all day in tall grass sweet-talking weak jaws For tipping out warm pockets of sticky sugar plums or sat-on bananas or squashed up naseberries he made children descend on him for things past ripe For expecting my mother to make money like food and clothes and be the sum of every question he made us go deadfaced when he stayed in For drawing his name 'X' and carrying a locked head to explain stars like a treetop pointing he made us acknowledge him keenly in rage

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