Here’s Daddy’s love: take it, it’s pink.
Congratulations. I know you think
the roads are open now, you twist
the key to power at last, just
as you knew you would. Goodbye to law,
the tiny town of Always No,
so serious and so absurd,
the little figures mouthing a word
that might be Careful, or else might be
Love, or Responsibility:
inaudible in any case
under the beautiful guttural bass
of something new and perfectly tuned—
your own authority, profound
with finish. Go on, see how she runs,
so long. No thanks to us: No one’s
given you anything, my sweet.
You’ve just been given to the street.
© Jack Butler