I had to write a pantoum for class. It was hard. Here goes nothing...

Inheritance

If we had listened to our fathers

perhaps there would be no need

for all our midnight wandering

along the walls of desperation.

Perhaps there would be no need

to sit with pen in hand and carve,

along the walls of desperation,

lines of furtive love forgotten.

To sit with pen in hand and carve

cursive genealogies connecting

lines of furtive love forgotten.

Fathers would rather have us sever

cursive genealogies connecting

son after son with a cursed surname.

Fathers would rather have us sever

dreams of hopeless truth in spring.

Son after son, with a cursed surname,

ignore paternal threats of failure for

dreams of hopeless truth in spring.

Lead us back to the same path we’d travel.

Ignore paternal threats of failure

for all our midnight wandering

leads us back to the same path we’d travel

if we had listened to our fathers.