Martin Begotto


The question he answers with tears in his eyes, how long is she living, what way she will die. The bed by the window still covered by sun, makes Martin, Begotto, see her so young. A bride by a portal of death drawing near, the silence of waiting, the emptiness of fear. For fifty-six years a wife by his side, he turns his back to her, she dies with goodbye. In softness of twilight, that glistens death’s gloom, he searches his pockets and pulls forth a spoon. With ashes he sprinkles and sighs with content, Martin is grieving his sacrifice spent.

Wait, Martin a question as dark fills your eyes, so much has happened and still you won’t cry? For Martin, Begotto, you seem not surprised that death is your healer, your pain now denied, and what of those ashes that fell from a spoon, what gift is your secret, that covered this room? Your loved one just passed us, your sweet Sherry wife, why do you not wallow in angry wet cries?

Martin, his grimace, a pale zippered moon, a worm in elixir, its breath now consumed. Martin an old man, who fought in a war, who lost half his sons in ways he deplores, why one of them died with strange fire in his blood, another was murdered a stabbing well done. Martin Begotto a man with a spoon, ashes of recall poured in a room.

The ashes of letters burned in the dark, from years of division, when love was so hard, his life in Korea, while she held the home, come back my sweet bunny, I feel so alone. The boys miss their daddy, they watch the war news, they walk in your snow boots, and play your old blues. The records have been scratched, I hope you don’t mind, I love you dear Martin, our laughs and our times. He’s burned all the letters of medical creed the ones spelling death with their boys deceased. He’s grabbed the deep spoon that held lintel and rice to spoon memories ashes, where Sherry abides.

Martin Begotto turns and he blinks, his life with his Sherry is now done complete, whatever he wanted has given receipt, an answer to life, that never repeats. This life is now over, the part in this room, his Sherry is glowing, she’s met her new groom. – 07.20.2014 – דָּנִיֵּאל

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