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