http://slow.writerscafe.org/Papillon The original writings of author Benjamin Welton en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022595 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What do they call me?They call me Ghost.They call me Friend.They send Christmas cards addressed to Grandson that arrive at my December door.They call me a number.I also go by the nameYoung Mussolini,or Ageless Lenin.I get stopped on the street asChurchill, orRoosevelt too.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Papillon/212315/ The Baron rests within me like a malignent cancerchomping at my heart,my lungs, my brain.A metastasis of emergency, of urgency-I am no longer fully human;my lovehas vanished,my hope wilts.Only anger breathesinside my frameof blood and iron.Connected to the abandoned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Papillon/212312/ Outside, the night is howling my name.Telling me to say my goodnights and goodbyes,Daughter,Mother, oh so soft and delicious the sky looks.On the otherside of town, the other woman looks so good...wearing stained white, praying to wear red.The valium kicks in as I punch in the ignition.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Papillon/212310/