The Man (Sequel to "The Kid")

As I trudge up the road
Little dust clouds blossom around me,
choke the grass.
Where to go?
A tiny creek
like a stream of tears
chuckles in the distance.
I put out one foot, then the other;
the grass flattens.
Leaning over the water, the kid’s face glares back at me—
he looks scared.
I pick up a rock, and
his brains splatter
like the old man’s.
That kid’s got nothing on me.