Just one nod

they took me dad
the bastards
took him slowly away
descending mechanically
into memory
into fire

i would have stopped them

me dad always came to me
now he goes from me
without a signal
to stop the evil kidnap
i would have stopped them
with a nod

just one nod
from me dad
just a single nod
a subtle eyebrow twitch
and i would have leapt from me seat
to his side
fending off his captors

the leader first
a sideways flick
of knuckle into skull
a crack for him
a thud for the other
who would be readied
as would i
to block his blow
and stop his capture of me dad
with a thud
frontal face
knees buckling
crumpling on the floor

and i would secure the last-second rescue
a wedge in the cogs
the ropes cut
the lever pulled back
the bomb defused
the tragedy cancelled
me dad lifted out of coffin
back to me

but instead
i shook their hands
the bastards in black
and i thanked them
for taking me dad away

lucky
bloody lucky
for them
i never got the nod

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Written by Andrew Jones
Dec 3 2004
Queenlsand, Australia
on the sad occasion of his father’s funeral on Dec 1. 2004

Andrew

Andrew Jones has been blogging since 1997. He is based in San Francisco with his two daughters but also travels the globe to find compelling stories of early stage entrepreneurs changing their world. Sometimes he talks in the third person. Sometimes he even talks to himself and has been heard uttering the name "Precious" :-)

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