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Your Dad Dies / I Google Atom Bombs

Christopher C. Crew Poetry

As you drafted
Syrian troops,
in
other
 daylight, fired
 across the Euphrates.

the far banks

dead
word
explosions,
the chain reaction

stars and
 hydrogen bombs.
            I heard a sun break,
the membrane between

words

 a 
sentence  /

Fatherless
can become

fuel
Today,
and boys
in gasoline, light
glide them up over

their kite
enemy’s
grain fields.

half-
of perfect knowledge,

their grandkids
climbing
See:

their half-
now

a eulogy, 

that
hemisphere’s 
mortars 
They hoped for

a sudden barrage of
dad’s

pinging from the
beginning
that fuels

viruses and

a thinning of
language and
pooling grief. Two
can be

complete
devastation.

elementary particles
walking

for fission reactions.
girls
soak sugar sacks
and
the wall,
hoping to land

bombs in their
future
And our dead
dads, sipping the
sugar milk tea
see it: 


/ the walls.

all
lives are
/ half-ours.

About Christopher C. Crew
Christopher C. Crew is a school teacher, father and mini-clover enthusiast. His poetry has recently appeared in Spillway, The Sugarhouse Review, The Briar Cliff Review, The Cincinnati Review and The Gettysburg Review. He can be found on playground duty pretty much any hour of the day.

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