Uncle Tommy

Late, my sister's 

funeral. 

I almost follow the corpse.

I stop.

Back.

 

There is no place for me,

up front,

in the family pew.

 

My wives are gone.

My sons do not know me.

 

I do not want a place here, in this city of fallen families.

When my mind splinters

my body will remain, but not with hers, not next to hers.

 

Never together, not even in ashes.

We are no longer.