NEED
A Poem for Ant McMahon by Clinton De Vere I didn't need this to happen Like some crappy excuse Or the tragic image of a dancing bear Time floated, bloated Towards me And said, in a real gruff voice Unspectacular in visage 'You, my boy! Today is your day!' And the minutes pass Dragged by the hours Into days And where does it stop? All this - where does it lead us? Does it interfere with our mental state? You'd better believe it does. Oh dear boy I didn't need this to happen To you Sweet nut brown boy Barefoot boy That photo of you washing the family bus Head tilted defiantly upwards As though taking on the world Why did you have to leave us? Stacked up here Like jars in a pantry Waiting to join you I wish I could go back there To the dark brightness Kunai scraped Tongue dried Dusty feet Light touch Telling moments Quiet peace Foolish hopes Oh dear Oh dear I wish I could go back there Now The heart wants it so much the stomach burbles. 23.02.09 Düsseldorf
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