The Coffin Nail

A man whispered softly to me over the counter,
    in Frizz and All.
Squint Victorian Brooch, a shady lip.
          His tireless trench-coat, had a bit of,

Je nais se quois.

He seethed to me the words, "My son."

"My son, my son killed himself."

      "You, He, are similar to Me."

"He was SPECIAL, like we are.

Such a brain on my boy, yes, he was the United Kingdom's smartest engineer. Top of the countries."

"I always had to knock first, before coming in. Y'know, something always rattled in his brain, he was always thinking, love."

                 "Too smart, my wee lad had the palm of the world in his hand."

"He killed himself though, left me a wreck."

          "Now will you stop sharing the same look in 'is eye."