BLACKENED
Blackened,
I am skinned with tar-paper.
Tough,
I am crazed like shattered glass.
Castaway,
I am rusted iron, cast out.
Outlaw,
I inherit the Badlands.
The
bitter gourd is what I eat,
The
blood of snakes is what I drink
Empty,
I am soulless.
You
do not expect to find my heart
Not
even with your foot
Not
even under your boot.
I
am the half-child you will not let be.
I
am Reproach.
I
am the lover who knows you in part
I
know you wholly but only in part
I
know you are the bad good man
I
know you are the good bad man
I
know you and saw your guts crawl with fear
I
know you and felt the weight of your bones cruelty
I
love what I know I cannot love what I do not know
Therefore
am I bruise-blackened with knowing and love
But
you don't see my heart.
You
see only my crazy skin.
18,10.2012
Labatut
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