Silent Orpheus
by Darcy K. Deneau
My father sits quiet in his chair
With a hole in his neck,
Eyes still aflame.
You cannot see the flames of hell
Without bringing the fire back.
The baritone that charmed men and beast,
Mostly heard from the shower,
Buried.
The comforting snore,
A warning to my creatures of the dark,
No more.
He sits quiet in his chair,
Eyes still aflame,
Singing the stolen song.
But why didn't you take my voice instead?