Enough light shone
From the café window
To see David Fasthorse
Pass the pint whiskey bottle to his friend, Diego
Cheap and harsh down it went
Till Diego dropped the bag
Glass breaking
Blended brew soaking brown paper
David’s wide white scar
Stretched ugly showing six inches under his chin
As he laughed, shoving Diego hard
He and his friend each claimed to have fathered the other’s son
If true, both babies would encounter unpredictable, burgeoning, bewildering lives
Grieving their father’s violent tilted rides
Sad careers in the silent shafts
Poured from never-closing bottles