Dec 11

You are No. 6

Tag: Poetry,You AreKal @ 6:05 pm

Owen and Brooke and Sassoon, some white haired old duffer beating out the meter with a ruler on his desk.

Rudely young, arrogantly immortal, we scoffed at dusty old fuckers, safe in their pens.

Decimated laddies just marks in an essay.

Your ID is a badge of honour at clubs and bars, “Grown up” betrayed by your phone.

“Mum”.
“Dad”.
“Home”.

Tonight the adult world caught you, twisted you up in itself, mixing you in forever.

The cops seem scared to touch you, like bashful new uncles. Happier to fetch and carry, running errands and messages through the dark.

One crouches by, soft stubble, his larynx and voice wobbling as he speaks softly to you, awkward hands safe between his knees.

They leave you foetal on the stones.

Maimed and defiled in the black and the rubble I fear death might be a blessing; its heavy flannel stilling your thrashing limbs and my burling brain.

Death holds secure and stable, wipes dirt and blood from faces, dresses us sharply and heralds men as faultless, loved sons and brothers.

Dulce et decorum est, I’d quote you Hardy’s Hodge.

We bag up little pieces, misplacing more than we find. Now less than the sum of your parts, some corner of this city is forever you.

I have you in my mind’s quiet moments, butchered boy, bright and beautiful.

14 Responses to “You are No. 6”

  1. Sewmouse says:

    Ouch. I don’t think I want to know details – the dark poetry is sadness enough. I’m young, therefore I am immortal. They laugh at us geezers driving slow and careful… but I have seen the gaping maw of my own mortality, and really want to stay around a few more years at least.

    Hope to deity I am NEVER one of Kal’s “number” posts.

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  2. Cath says:

    Beautiful writing, sad reading

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  3. Veronica says:

    Kal, you have a gift. That was beautiful and very poetic.

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  4. Kate says:

    God, that made my stomach heave, my heart lurch and my eyes fill up. He is in my thoughts, who ever he is. Beautiful, as always Kal.

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  5. Fi says:

    i read this early this morning Kal, on google reader. I was very moved… enough to come back here ter today and find your real blog and leave a message – just because.
    fi

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  6. PeppyPilotGirl says:

    Beautifully heartrending.

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  7. madge says:

    Hey bro, this is gorgeous…you really are a clever mother hubbard. Was wonderful to see you last night, i really hope your feeling better. See you soon matey xxx

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  8. Bobbi says:

    Beautiful. And tragic, when people can bring themselves to inflict this level of terrible pain and suffering on another human being. How?

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  9. Metamor4sis says:

    Words fail me … but just had to drop a line.

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  10. Erika says:

    Bloody hell Kal, you take my breath away.

    What an incredible post. Bravo, friend.

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  11. Trauma Queen » Shitty job…epilogue says:

    […] It’s the exact antithesis of this guy. Then I had an ache that chased me for days and drove me to read war poets and write and rewrite until, my thoughts distilled, I sat on my bed and wept. […]

  12. Blippie says:

    Our job brings with it a reponsibiilty. It’s a priviledge for us to have to bear witness to horric moments.

    It doesn’t make us feel good.

    But your post makes us feel

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  13. Blippie says:

    Our job brings with it a reponsibiilty. It’s a priviledge for us to have to bear witness to horric moments.

    It doesn’t make us feel good.

    But your post makes us feel better.

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  14. Blippie says:

    ACtually, I quite liked the first one!

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