You bit down, didn’t you?
Clung to your word tighter than your gospel
Real men punch down, true?
Didn’t care that it cost you your daughter,
Did you?

I knew you had to try it—
To defeat
To dominate
To demonize
To destroy
Your daughter

You were always like clockwork.

Did you get off to
The wreckage
The vacancy
The mourning
In the cavernous eyes...