weltabgewandt | a transgenerational poem

he paid for a daughter he would never have

and she paid for her son’s life

life has a lifelong price

fear works hard to get the money

took his money, took his daughter


and my father became my father

indebted, death threats around his neck

self-exiled, daughterless, homeless


there is no such thing

as rebuilding everything from scratch

my father is a haunted man

turning the clock back in too many directions

the mother tongue in my father’s mouth

turns sour and polluted, dissolves in my throat


my father is a target

and we rush through his birthplace city

nothing to see

nothing to see here

except me

and everything that was never meant to be

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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