the life insurance policy

with nine children

in the wind,

that we know of,

i'm careful

to keep the secret that my father

has a million

dollar life

insurance policy

payable upon death,

which by the way,

even at the age of 95,

may never occur,

all the scotch

and soda,

the beer and lucky strike

cigarettes

in him, plus

the sun worshiping,

fighting

and carousing with

fast and slow women,

have somehow

combined

to make an enduring

elixir of perpetual youth.

i've seen

the will and the names,

crossed off,

and uncrossed.

this may be a litigious 

blood bath

at the end.