the things I do.
He would never have been
a poet,
or a naturist.
He had body-shame
and ethnic shame,
and prejudices
that I'll never know.
He didn't understand me,
nor I him.
Born in different worlds,
we spoke the same language
by historical accident.
I see the genes at work,
as I saw him at work,
as I see myself at work,
every day.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C, Jacobson Traxler.
