The door to infinity open-
ended.
I must be going for a walk, a brisk walk,
among the ruins of a city built by sons
who worked hard but nevertheless failed
to forgive their fathers.
A city where
my father’s life
remains still.
Open.
End it.
forgiveness
Among The Ruins
Wide awake
I must be
dreaming
of the dreamer
wide awake
within me.
I must be going for a walk, a brisk walk,
among the ruins of a city built by sons
who worked hard but nevertheless failed
to forgive their fathers.
A city where
my father is alive
and well
dead still.
Charles B. Snoad 