When My Father Dies

I expect an explosion, when my father dies.

Not just the heavy thud of his body hitting the ground,

but a deep, unsettling crack in the sound-waves.

A Concorde’s BANG as it crossed the sound barrier.

It cannot be anything else;

I’ve fantasized about it.

And that is why I am not worried,

when my father dies while I’m far away.

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