Germantown Nights

Across the street
Disco lights are spinning
In the second-floor bedroom.

I live in a house as old
As my father would be;
I am in the shell of his departure.
The plaster holds his bones in casts,
The stars recede on his fading words.

Across the street
They do not know their fathers
Are yet to die. Their fathers’ lights
Are dancing in the room
With their mother,
Like moths circling
Something bright
And hot.

John Sevcik