Uncle

Back when, in the way down, fathoms deep,

Escaping the living dream of death,

Under the switching on of the fluorescent sun,

We played a game of pain and humiliation,

Taking each other down with overwhelming force.

Wild, all out resistance was required

Against the surprise attack,

Holding out against the pain

Of the hard, open palm blows to the belly,

No holding back on either side,

No uncle called to meet the requirement.

The surrender need be a total, heartfelt

Giving up admission of defeat.

Uncle.

Do you hear.

Uncle.

You win.

I give up.

Uncle.

I’m done fighting.