See ya, Dad

Dad, my Dad
You are a missing eye, horrific, sad
Obvious in your absence
More expressive, more compelling than the most fixed of stares

That is typical of you
Close the lid on all that is, and think you can effect your own disappearance
But you attained a salience your survival would have excluded
You knew that, eh ostrich?
Ghosts are more visible than people

You took your own eye for an eye ... for revenge, or because you could not bear to look
To destroy that which is not ready, to pluck yourself out in a see-red rage, is a blasphemy
Fucken' waste, fucken' waste

Still hear you say "I love you, you little bastard", winking, disowning as you endear
And I see you blindly do ...
Here's looking, unblinking, unwinking at you
Dad, my Dad
I fucken' love you, too