My just write about that poem.

The Empty Place

How long will the plate sit on the place mat mother?

Until Benny comes home; Tommy you know the answer.

How long will I have to practice my typing tonight?

Until Papa returns you silly boy.
Can I practice the Piano instead?

No that is for Benny.
Can I take the plow back to the shed?

No that is for Papa.

My thighs were numb from the lighting bolt.

But it did not touch my heart or my head.

My hams are numb from a grave side sternum,

no sermon, and I am damned for just living .

The preacher just said find Jesus in your legs,
they didn't. How long will I memorialize this pain?

Benny's not coming Mother, Papa's dead. 

And, they will never be completely fed.
they will never, never be completely fed.