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derekpoetrydump(This was queued up on Tumblr ages ago and just posted, I don't remember if I already posted it here but I'm gonna)
ancestors
i came from flesh
i was raised by fists
my place is outside
my home is the toilet cubicle I spent a cumulative year in
the wardrobe I hid in
the lies I told
my ancestors are the hidden bodies
who begged to be buried in their clothes
my father was hanged for the touch of bearded lips
my mother ran away to sea
my land is any city that will hold me
my home is any shroud of anonymity
you will find no blood of history on me;
well now I’m bare and the stage is wide and the lights are bright and the words are loud on every front page
well now you can’t play blind and you must stay dumb and I’ve got scars that’ve long grown numb
and now I’m here with my bloody history
and all my hidden ancestors behind me
our culture moves horizontally
and my descendants will know me
well now I’m here and I’ve filled this page and your time I’ve had and your lineage is of no concern
your lines are all mistook
you might loathe that I come from nowhere
you might hate the roots I don’t have to sever
but the likes of me will be here forever;
your lines all end in hooks
and there are no more hidden bodies
come on then if you’re so desperate to see us
look.
ancestors
i came from flesh
i was raised by fists
my place is outside
my home is the toilet cubicle I spent a cumulative year in
the wardrobe I hid in
the lies I told
my ancestors are the hidden bodies
who begged to be buried in their clothes
my father was hanged for the touch of bearded lips
my mother ran away to sea
my land is any city that will hold me
my home is any shroud of anonymity
you will find no blood of history on me;
well now I’m bare and the stage is wide and the lights are bright and the words are loud on every front page
well now you can’t play blind and you must stay dumb and I’ve got scars that’ve long grown numb
and now I’m here with my bloody history
and all my hidden ancestors behind me
our culture moves horizontally
and my descendants will know me
well now I’m here and I’ve filled this page and your time I’ve had and your lineage is of no concern
your lines are all mistook
you might loathe that I come from nowhere
you might hate the roots I don’t have to sever
but the likes of me will be here forever;
your lines all end in hooks
and there are no more hidden bodies
come on then if you’re so desperate to see us
look.
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Date: 2019-10-13 11:12 am (UTC)Especially good line!
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Date: 2019-10-15 09:27 pm (UTC)look. the door is open
all the way through the house
i'm not so arrogant as to offer a home
or ask for a name
but when they trawled the river
for your brothers
i remembered mine
and when they cut down your sisters
i bore witness
and saw the future
now you are here
not so ignorant as to stay
or ask for a name
but the door is open
all the way
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Date: 2019-10-17 03:08 pm (UTC)Some thoughts on how "outside" and "refusal to participate in culture and heritage" is also an important and necessary role in human history--stops us from disappearing up our own arses--but they're not willing to be a poem today. [The Observer, I guess. The Critic].