I know I don't do a lot of weblogging here on my weblog, but my I suggest this, "My Father in Hell," from Tram Spark (the same fellow as my favourite "writer's notebook" blogger, Eesky Peeksy. Tram Spark is the poetry blog).
I'm also indebted to him for posting that part of Seamus Heaney's "Lightenings," which I've been trying to track down since hearing it read at my first poetry event thingy, which I attended at age 18 because I'd won the poetry prize -- remember the kid physicist hip-deep in Hopkins scholars in a tiny town in the Irish midlands. Life-changing, that was. In part because of this poem.
I've been reading so much fiction recently -- but there are reasons I prefer poetry, and Malcom is one of them. Not that he knows that.
He knows now. But it will last for just a few seconds, until his head explodes.