8/27/09
One day the world stopped.
Another the world continued.
A third, perhaps the world was too raw to be sure which.
Three boys, some survived by their mother, some not.
On the hull of a ship, one ensured the other’s son would be properly laid to rest.
46 years, give or take, between the stopping and the continuing. None as vivid as the day the boat split.
Some stories are etched and reinforced, others never told.
Perhaps America can learn something about itself, perhaps there is
No such thing.
It may be up to the reader to decide. But that actually
Is not what this story is about: This story is about
The actor, and the pressure brought to bear by the director,
The father, before and after the stroke, before and after the death—the pressure
To fulfill the ambitions for the other son—the real leader— The one who died first.
Creative Work