Grandfather's left side is weaker than yesterday. If
You'd have called you'd have felt my father's silence.
But you never stopped to notice that the quiet things
Blindside and sting. This simple town has renewed all it's
Confidence. The needle and drink have replaced
Insecurity. Now our friends all are working at dying and
Grandfather just wants to stand up. They cut out my
Rotting, but left the disease. Medicine mocks curing.
Syringe to reprieve. And now Grandfather will go no
Further, and neither will any of us. And Grandmother is
Broken... My Father has broken... Our bodies abandoning
Grandfather's left side.
