Giuseppe felt indigestion for years,
in fact, for over three decades, he cried,
understandably so, from the torment
stirring in his bowels, all the time, his tears
entertaining for some, sad for others,
pretending they understood, his dad died,
perhaps, when he was young, the years spent
endlessly mourning a dead father, pained
people with a conscience, to watch mothers
enter Church on Sunday with their children,
pregnant with another, but no husband,
simply made people sad, their tears hidden
in such a public place, cut an onion,
no tears, but they saw his pain, unexplained.
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