In Principio

snippets of a song

Pour out your libations over the hallowed ground 

for your brother who died trying to be your father.

Your father,

to whom you begged for mercy with tied hands and bloody lips,

to whom you plead for forgiveness and acceptance.

Your brother,

to whom you call for in your nightmares to come save you, 

to whom you revere as your protector but was far from.

Pour out your libations, son, because you owe it to the memory, at the least. 

Lay your sad soul next to theirs', walk away, but leave it behind this time; 

don't come back for it, don't look back at it, just go over the horizon.