Sum total of what did daddy do,
but you feel for the shadow of absence,
wonder what fills what has been cut out.
An elbow pad on tweed here,
brogues sinking beneath the denim
crumple zone,
white collar criminals, fists fly at
the rugby club,
I want to see all your fathers on
day leave,
finger the bracelets
on their ankles,
ask them what's worth fighting for,
and what must be left behind
to be ignored by the
sensor by the lock of the gate.
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