KATO

My name is Kato

First born of my mum

The last one too.

“Son, your name, Kato,

You came forth from my womb

First born son-

The fruit of my bloom.”

Yes Mama, you say that a lot, Ha!

I was born twisted

Unorthodox creature

Mugged by the gods

Discarded in the works

Mama! Mama! Tell my story.

“Yes Son. You were born so badly deformed.

Legs so twisted, I winced in pain

I thought I would die

Your eyes searched east, west, south

But never at me

I felt your gaze

I loved you

Nonetheless.”

I gazed Mama,

I knew I was yours 

“Son, your dad, he took flight like a bird

At the sight of you,

I never blamed him though

You were born to me

Only for me.”

I was born of a temper

With a swing in tow

Born of the rage

That swallowed me whole.

I was born of the night

Not a twinkle of light

I was told by the gods

I wasn’t part of the plan

But still I tagged along.

“My broken boy was tough

Avenged me over and over

He broke bones for fun

Never a push-over

Overcompensated for what

He felt was his birthright

He came into this world

Weeping, weeping

For the gods who dumped him

Into my arms

He left this world weeping, weeping

When at last he knew

That it needn’t have tried

So hard

I loved him

Love him

My poor broken boy

I love him

With all that I am”