Carry their babies
Drunk across kitchen floors
Loving them
Kissing tender foreheads
While the scent of innocence wafts to heaven
Where lost fathers wait
Holding crucifixes
As the ones
Still walking across kitchen floors
Will the boys they carry
Carry their own sons this way
Will sons weep for departed fathers
After the last drink
After the last breath

Havana, Cuba 2018

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