Hollow Man

Being held by my grandad Bill

Was the first of my memories

Cradled on the stairs

antennae atop the TV

black and white on the screen.

Breathed his last a few weeks after I drew my first, by old accounts.

Don't darken my door, 

Human of the corporate mind,

Be you CEO, politician or other

man without compassion - 

You're not my kin,

You're not my kind.

I didn't spend this single life I have

developing a mind

Fit for remembering a man 

who'd never know for a second

I'd ever think of him

To care for you,

Hollow man.