You lifted your father's burden above your head.
It stayed there for a second, then it crushed you whole.
Flat underneath the wheels, you waited days until
your breath came back. You filled your lungs with mighty song
and let the strangest note escape. It melted glass,
it shattered steel, it strengthened both the tracks
and turned each broken wheel and saw you stand up straight.
Emerging from this homespun chaos, you were two
dimensional, a sliver of your former self.
Paper thin, not seen sideways, you folded your body
into a hand-made origami swan and beat
your wings, a farewell to this world, and flew,
frail silhouette, in front of that late evening’s sky.
You flew until you could be seen no more, no more.