David

David

A Poem by Kenny Bellamy
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Inspired by Sylvia Plath's "Daddy"

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I met a thin boy named David
who you would not like very much.
With striped pants and a crutch
fastened out of an easel. He took
my purple fingers in the cold clutch

of his left hand
whilst his right steadied on
the far wall of the hot train
still careening through the rain
and steaming through the pain. 

We rode like that for four hours
as the spokes turned through towers
of grey-green trees.
We rode like that with blood pooling
at the bottoms of our stomachs.

Sloshing like the last two scoops
of goulash, lulled in the motions
of reciprocating arms and tin bells.
Over the last hill before the knells.
Over the last hill before David died. 

The sun turned over in its sleep
as the doors opened into the camp.
The bog light blew in a hue of lamp
light blue, and red and s**t and damp.
F**k me, this can't be Poland.

We must have overshot it and
landed somewhere in other-land
or perhaps as far as no-land.
The ash felt more alive than David
did, in his prayers before night.

Otherworldly flesh clinging to my 
toes, coiling like vipers around 
halves of babies like stolen pieces
of potatoes or bread. the earth consumed
them all, one-after-another.
 
It consumed David like an after-
dinner mint, it will not be as
courteous for me. 
I am, am still alive.
Do you hear me?

Do you hear me over the rain?
Spilling my guts into the sand
feeding the crabs at the edge of the land,
feeding the crabs pieces of me by hand.
feeding the crabs my soul,

Where did you take David?
and why did you take him from me?
Why did you take him from his pedestal? 
From his art and from me?
From his blood and from me?

I will feed him too, to the murky way.
Do you hear me?
I will return to the sea deep beneath
where the coral will barricade us both,
where even you cannot reach. 

© 2016 Kenny Bellamy


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Added on September 28, 2016
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Kenny Bellamy
Kenny Bellamy

Fredericksburg, VA



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