Our fathers sleep now
In the deepest heavens
Of our hearts
We can barely find anymore.
Like men lost at sea
They call us from our blackest nights
And we want to swim to them
Knowing we will drown.
When I asked my father about the Korean War
He spoke only of the beautiful
Singapore girls
Who surely adored his perfect black curly hair.
He lies now with other brave fathers
Who won’t be called heroes
But pull us from our dark grief dreams
Begging us all to play like children in the sun.