Silk Inheritance

Cuff links and a wrapped chocolate

lay on my desk like shells

from a sea as long gone

as my Pa.

I wore his tie to prison,

in and out, just visiting.

Guys abandoned to the streets

get a kick out of the fat double Windsor

bouncing on my Adam's Apple

when I sing Amazing Grace.

I used to wonder how

such a noble soul

could have such an atrocious wardrobe.

Now I know, disguise

the limit.