"No more", they said, "No more"

@ 1930, and true. My Nan's father. She could barely bring herself to utter his name.

Last breath he took upon a bench,

the stench of liquor on his lips.

A selfish drunk who could not see

the harm inflicted painfully

on those he left dirt poor.

So cold the corpse at dawn in death.

Much colder still the ice-skimmed pond,

and frozen stiff the hearts of those

that cursed the way of life he chose.

"No more", they said. "No more".

Reviews

[Dave]

This is powerful! I interpret this as a family that had been abandoned by a sot and were not too sorry for his departure from this world.

Take care - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dave. You have summed these lines up well. They had suffered enough. His death was an end of it.

Chris

[Dave]

GOOD!!

Take care - Dave