as a child

by Paul Harrison

they cut it out
they had to
fearing for my left
and so tonight
i fear as well
they cut it out
and now the grip
is back is tense
and dense and left and back
and now outside
another hot and humid night
sick and sweating
sick and shaking
getting well
and did you hear
and did you hear
that in the world trade towers
people started melting
literally started melting
people slowly choking
and then they started melting
not quite dead
not quite living
hearts still beating
faces melting
slipping down and off
their crowns and skulls
of agony
and in the baghdad suburbs
the baghdad suburbs
they wash and hose the streets
of blood and bone and gore
they wash and hose the streets
of blood and bone and gore
they wash the blood right off
and start again
every single day
while you are washing
cars and lawns and concrete yards
while you are washing
cars and lawns and concrete yards
your conscience clean and blank
and so tonight
and so tonight
no happy words
or worlds exist
no happy words
or hours or meals exist
i cut them out
i cut them out

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One Response to as a child

  1. Good fucking poem, really powerful.

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