phatpuppy

Father razed his head, left home this morning; didn't say something when they took him away, but now he's a hero, the kind marching bands sing in funeral times, for men left in the clay. Mother razed her head for pride and honor, it's graved onto the tombstone; only bodies that embraced the sand crawl toward this tormented silent throne. Razed my head, forgot how, why; figuring what it means, or meant, a bald person before he dies.