Thursday, January 31, 2019

Kit Kelen #1128 - I'm the one got away



1128
I’m the one got away

the others were herded
death had them
such various
no one saw

I got away from the crowd
slipped under the wire
I escaped in a dream

I was fed on gravity
blear light
had to keep a record

somehow the ticket was good
I walked all the way
had the visas

I got the coat
the others froze
I climbed to the top of the pile

changed my clothes 
my skin
my tongue

I am the survivor’s son
take the lesson to heart

not all of my ancestors were
but enough

someone pointed
they were heaped

how happy must they seem to some
I prefer fresh air

I was a lucky fool
and there but for the grace

but someone had to stand through time
and keep the queue alive

I never believed anyone would save me
I knew there was a better place
I never asked the question

you’d have to wait until Christmas to know
I secreted myself in a crack
called that the future

I was the one who had a gun
they saw me as defenceless

I ducked
I bribed them all 

rolled away in a little ball
turned blind eye
winked as well

I could not be detected
I made myself so small

although the light was shone in my face
I told them what they wanted to hear
not what they needed to know

they were distracted when it came my turn

because I was so innocent
because I was a bully
shy
put up a fight
lay down

I was open to that kind of idea
could do all kinds of tricks

the time had passed
and I was still there
by that time I’d set out

better to die
a great age in my bed

I could entertain
and I sold myself
I had no soul to sell

in the dead of night I snuck
caught a cadence, rode it
just those last few chords
were a life

there was a gunpowder flash

it was like it was, I suppose
and cannot be explained
things in those days

along the way
one grazed
could have starved
been taken for or to or from

anyone would

so much almost
I slipped away
and now I’m here
was never chosen

we do not speak of such things now
you wouldn’t understand

we sang to keep our spirits up
it was summer or some other season
I hid the thing in my nose
or other orifice

leaked like a sieve
made music

it was everything till now that let me
though we never knew it then

it was the angle of the thing

a leaf fell
where the web was loose

the world’s too young to know
I did it all for love

sharpened the sword and passed it on
you have done just the same

come into the magic
I’m still here
impending as with all deaths

if you like you can call all of this betrayal

someone had to stand through time
and keep the queue alive

I will do the important things
do what needs to be done
I’m the one got away
I’m telling the story today

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