American sonnets for my past and future assassin

AMERICAN SONNET FOR MY PAST AND FUTURE ASSASSIN Sometimes the father almost sees looking At the son, how handsome he'd be if half His own face was made of the woman he loved. He almost sees in his boy's face, an openness Like a wound before it scars, who he was Long before his name was lost, the trail To his future on earth long before he arrived. To be dead & alive at the same time. A son finds his father handsome because The son can almost see how he might Become superb as the scar above a wound. And because the son can see who he was Long before he had a name, the trace of His future on earth long before he arrived. Excerpted from American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin by Terrance Hayes All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.