1/23/91
When Grandpa Joe
was about 85
he got mean.
Not just ordinary,
old-man mean,
but hateful mean.
All his teeth fell
out, and his
lip flopped in over
his gums.
And his balls shrunk
and receded up into
his wrinkled, shriveled
abdomen, till he became
just one little ~~vein-y~~
ball of hatred.
Once a ~~month~~ he’d
put on his old
American Legion blue
and gold cap and
play color-guard for
the Forth of July parade.
He’d ~~grin~~ chew his lips
and mutter to himself —
“God’s angry, I know’d it,
God wants war.”
Grandparents want to fatten grandchildren
up, because they will eventually
eat them:
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