My grandfather,
a man of divinity.
A man who loved three things.
His wife, family life, and Poe.

This divine man runs
far through my veins,
into my toes,
into my brains.

A strong carpenter,
a photographer,
a man of God,
and yet of the Earth.

Though his flesh is
now sagging,
his stride has
weakened.

A legendary strength
a pillar in my mind.
A castle is God?

No, he is in us.
And we in him.