Natas L. Useifer

Natas L. Useifer was a lanky, fair skinned lad,
He was often ridiculed,
For the peculiar name he had.
Kids found him an easy target,
For the silly names they hurled.
But things were never what they seemed,
In Natas Useifer's world.

See Natas was born on the 6th of June, in 1966,
A Monday morning like any other,
He arrived at 6:06.
He never knew his father,
His mother was seldom seen.
No brothers, no sisters, no Aunts or Uncles,
He was quite an independent teen.

He had long, coal black hair and deep-set, piercing eyes,
Wore spectacles and old dark clothes,
Like a Halloween disguise.
Had bony fingers, nails too long,
Sharp chin and protruding brow.
He was slender yet unusually tall,
It made him look scary somehow.

The other kids made fun of him and his creepy ways,
He was often teased at school,
Called geek or freak or gay.
They found Natas quite naive,
When it came to social rules.
They found ways to torture him,
Some ways that were very cruel.

One day John Bates played a dirty trick,
Made Natas look like a fool.
Natas got this scary look.
But never lost his cool.
He gave John an evil stare,
One that curled the skin.
Bates just smiled, he didn't care,
Ignored his sinister grin.

At gym that day, while most kids played,
Nothing else was said.
But when the teacher looked away,
A tree limb hit John's head,
No one seemed to see it happen,
He just layed there, minutes later,
John Bates was pronounced dead.

Everyone gathered round John's body,
To mourn their fallen friend,
He'd walked over to retrieve a ball.
No one saw what happened.
Who knew that the limb would fall?
All that anyone did remember,
Was a sudden gust of wind.

Some kids looked at Natas, wondered where he'd been.
Wondered if he'd been involved,
Had somehow made it happen.
All that anyone could recall,
Was him sitting on a bench,
Several yards from it all,
Eyes shut, fists tightly clenched.

Natas L. Useifer was never held to blame,
The death was ruled an accident,
An act of God, a shame.
As for Natas, if he weren't innocent,
He would never tell.
He just grinned that evil grin,
And wished old John Bates well.



Copyright © April 2010
Kevin Mooney



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