Pluto, the Forgotten Son

July 10, 2017
By Brayn BRONZE, Liverpool, Other
Brayn BRONZE, Liverpool, Other
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Father, I know I’m only half your son
I could never be one of your children;
When I’ve killed the you in me, I’ll be done.

The Children of the Sky, the Earth, the Sun
Unlike I, have virtues their Fathers lend;
Father, I know I’m only half your son.

If, of you, I can only ever be some,
I want none, do not gift residue ends;
When I’ve killed the you in me, I’ll be done.

Pluto was always too far from the Sun
Disowned in the reverse cauldron of space;
Father, I know I’m only half your son.

Broken frames of happier pasts I shun
For your image shall not be my mirror;
When I’ve killed the you in me, I’ll be done.

In Sleep’s static darkness, I, with a gun
Purge tyrannical masks you have me wear
Father, you never let me be your son;
Now, I have killed the you in me, I’m done.


The author's comments:

The piece deals with a son's inability to be like their father. The son believes that his inability has made him "half a son", and in rebellion, he attempts to "purge" all aspects of his father in himself, to "kill" the leftover similarities and resist the pressure of living up to another's expectations. The son compares himself to Pluto: Pluto was once considered a planet, but because of its size and lack of some features that are necessary for planets, it was later deemed a "dwarf planet" and not considered part of the eight planets now left over. The son relates to this because he too has some features of his father, but like the planet, not enough to be deemed entirely worthy of the title of a son.The piece is in a form similar to a villanelle. 


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