Write me a poem about Living,Death,Sorrow & Grieving,Relationships,Family & Ancestors,Friends & Enemies.
Here's your poem about Living,Death,Sorrow & Grieving,Relationships,Family & Ancestors,Friends & Enemies: 
"The Gulf of Blues"
On the other end of the line

he sounds like my brother

but is my father

telling me about Coony who is fat.

His whole body like a stomach

round all round, fat even on his head.

Eighty and heavy.

How he joked Coony about his weight,

joking him about a tow truck he’d need

to haul him out of the tub

like an old sunken ship pulled out of

the gulf of blues,

leaving whirlpools in the porcelain.



“Quit all that eating and drinking,”

my daddy say he said to him.

“Quit pointing in that garden and reach down

to get it.” My daddy say he joked him,

ribbed him good.

(And I know my daddy laughed gap-toothed,

his mouth, throat, chest, and gut wide

open for the signifying jest.

His gray hair striking back time.)



He sounds like my brother when he was

a little boy, digging in the encyclopedia

for the cause of something obscure, occult,

trying to figure out how old Coony slipped

in the bathtub that was always there

and died like that. Baby Sister called

to tell it first and she wasn’t joking

after all like my daddy thought she was,

Death a sad trick children pull.



On the other end of the line

my father sounds like my brother now.

I know how

Dying, bitter or tender, is the dark water that keeps

us young.

And this gulf of blues, deep and shiny,

the only place to be

between Time and Eternity.