blood

he was a violent man
he lived violently
his violence
runs through me

there was a man who died
a long time ago
this man who died
he lives in me
a faded photograph
my father's father
black white and grey
he looks like me

he was a violent man
he lived violently
his violence
runs through me
he was a violent man
he died violently
his blood
flows through me

sometimes my sight goes
in a blinding rage
for no reason
he rises in me
sometimes my voice breaks
down and cries
we walk together
he speaks for me

he was a violent man
he lived violently
his violence
runs through me
he was a violent man
he died violently
his blood
flows through me