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One Of Us Will Have To Die

The straight rusty razor trembles 

in a hand that shakes as if it belonged 

to a wino with the D. T.s. 

It’s impossible to shave 

when I’m invisible in mirrors 

and all I see is his face haunting 

me like a hungry ghost in old black  

and white photographs I’ve lived my whole  

life in the invincible fortress of his solid shadow 

I look at these walls of black rage 

with out an entrance or an exit 

I know now  

there is no escape 

from the perfect trap made for us  

by our fathers 

our fortune and our fate are in bondage 

tied in knots of fear and denial 

cannot finesse my freedom 

it has always been this way 

and it occurs to me that only when  

one of us is dead 

will we both be free.