From a manuscript in progress.

Every morning we wept an hour then went to see a tool
whining up from under the floorboards through him
barefoot in the doorway betrayed and unconsolable
unable to recall how we got there who let us in did we
rent a car did he keep saying is there a banquet? when do
we go home? two very good questions no Dad it was
morning or by now evening or was it all the evenings and
who is safe at evening or was there any then then or did
he live now then three more…