"You were a quiet man
Who’d laugh like a hyena
On a hill, with your head
Thrown back, gazing up at the sky.
But most times you just worked
Hard, rooted in the day’s anger
Till you’d explode. We always
Walked circles around
You, wider each year,
Hungering for stories
To save us from ourselves.
Like a wife who isn’t touched,
We had to do something bad
Before you’d look into our eyes."

Yusef Komunyakaa, from “Songs for My Father”

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