An amazingly deep and tricky poem about suffering through the observation of another. |
-Annihilist Porcupine- by Keaton Foster Prick Dick Ouch Itch Oh the burn Followed by pain Quickly Leading to shame What is this Is often asked No idea forthcoming No relief to be had What did I do To deserve it How can this be true How is it That knowing you hurts More than It certainly should At a great distance I increasingly stand Mesmerized by all that I see Struggling not to flee Instead Taking bits and pieces in Trying to understand Evaluating everything seen Dissecting all that I know Continually unsure do I grow For many of years friend The relationship of who we are Has changed again And then again Keeping up with you Is my sin Impossible to give in I don’t know how to relent I don’t know how to quit Then Just as easy as a sunny day At any random zoo I knew I understood Without a doubt With absolute clarity I was able to classify Your resemblance to a species The rudimentary rodentary Nature of your ways Gave it all away You my friend Are unlike me Are unlike everyone else Because you my friend are An Annihilist porcupine Those proverbial quills Stuck in your skin Are growing outward in Physically doing nothing To those on the outside looking in But the pain they inflict Deep within your own prison Is more than any of us can bear We suffer because of you We deal with the tragedy That you have become Because we bleed just as you do We suffer the same grievous wounds Understanding offers us no chance We are all part of what you are Because knowing you has brought Us all uncomfortably closer To knowing who we really are… Annihilist Porcupine Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |