guest post by my brother, Rusty Halverson –
Mothers have we all
but the fathers are all missing
in the pictures of our start.
They write in pencil in the journals of our heart.
It’s so easy to erase the traces of disgrace;
all the mothers had lovers who deny what they created.
The world is a theater of the mother’s indiscretions
and there’s no way to pay or apologize
for what occurred between her thighs.
The die is cast, we must revisit our emergence.
Through that thrust we make our message clear;
we are here, we are free,
we will overcome the weaknesses of weak-kneed children.
Fatherless are we.