Men came inside our house
Carrying a hammock with someone in it.
The man in the hammock looked so pale.
I just then realized it was my father
But he was so pale and lifeless.
I stood at the corner speechless.
Then the rest was a blur…
I don’t remember what I did.
The next image I saw was a man
Dressed in white shirt and black pants
Lying stiffly on a bed.
He looked dark and bloated
So different from the pale body in the hammock.
What did they do to my father?
Who was that man lying on the bed?
Years later, I saw a picture of the man on the bed.
My mother kept it hidden because it looked so different.
They said it was a picture of my Dad
But I couldn’t believe it was him.
He looked so different from the man in the hammock.
What could have happened to his body in just a few hours?
Was it replaced by this hideous corpse lying solitary and still?
