Black Sheep


When generations of a family

Ascend into heaven, one by one,

Across years, decades,

And centuries,

One must not believe,


That they will reunite,

With lost loved ones,

Who have waited for them amongst the skies

Over all this time.


For family is only an

earthly construct –

Families bound together.

Like a tower created out of toothpicks

And marshmallows –



And frail.


The true weakness of the familial tower

Lies in its likelihood in tumbling down –

For wherever black sheep roam,

Toothpicks are vigorously extracted.



From the supposed family tree.