alcoholism is a disease

he would say

casting off all responsibility

he was the disease

infecting everyone who cared about him

or stayed too long in his orbit

he was the homeless dog

once fed he always returned

we all floated in the wreckage of his passage

jetsam, flotsam, broken pieces

thrown overboard

as he careened drunkenly

from port to port

he might suddenly surface

a U-Boat on the prowl

for another shot

at an already damaged victim

forgive, you say

to hell with that

he never earned

that benediction

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott