by Cam M. Roberts


I am my dead father
I am my unborn son
I am the one burning


quietly in the evenings
sharing the same story
of humble ghosts


walking on
in solemn silence
my hand in my hand


each to his world
our sunken worlds
tethered by shadows


holding us in my arms
without tenderness
but tireless and firm


and sleep now
as under the moon
we are together bound



© CMR, 2018