Silk Inheritance

Cuff links and a wrapped chocolate
lay on my desk like shells
from a sea as long gone
as my Pa.

I wore his tie to prison,
in and out, just visiting.

Guys abandoned to the streets
get a kick out of the fat double Windsor
bouncing on my Adam's Apple
when I sing Amazing Grace.

I used to wonder how
such a noble soul
could have such an atrocious wardrobe.

Now I know, disguise
the limit.