Through his young belly as through mine, middling,
a bullet would tear equally smoothly.
But I am not in those photographs.
I am sometimes impressed with what I have survived
with no more than this glassy girdle as penance.
And though I never would have harmed the world as much
I have broken a birdhouse or two.
I still want his bodybag to lead to a better life.
He was not the sum of his parts,
he was the sum of his parts
and what they would become.
And he was twenty.
We are bonded, he and I: brothers in death
a ragged band of ***** flesh -
a fraternity of the frail!
so
vile as you are, vile as I sometimes am:
I can do no other than
touch your hand, if outstretched,
lay a kiss on your cheek for want of warmth
to ask you back into my home for bread.
Your caretaker am I,
and theirs, too.
I can bear their loss no more than yours
or yours more than theirs.
I wish all happiness.
I wish ALL happiness.
I wish all, all happiness.
As much happiness as they can fit in their mouths.
As much as I can swallow without chewing,
though I am so tempted to chew.