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The devil I know (iii): I'll save my sympathy.
by Aaron Blair
My dad says,
"No one ever told me that they loved me.
No one ever said that they were proud."
Which as far as excuses go,
might have worked, back, in
oh, say, nineteenninetysomething,
before my robot logic kicked in
and overrode my unmechanical heart.
Because I remember all those times
when you, with love and pride filling you,
slithering in your veins like snakes of feeling,
still crushed, still broke and destroyed
that which you created, that which
had the dumb luck of being made by you.
No, I'm not stupid. I know a thing or two,
like pity is for those who can afford it,
those Anne Frank bleeding hearts
who love the Nazis all the way
to the gas chambers, find the good
even in the boot coming down on their neck.
Me, I'll save my sympathy for the devil,
so when you finally get down there to meet him,
he can hand it over to you.
07/12/2005 Author's Note: I had a conversation with my father. It made me angry.
Also, for your viewing pleasure, the other devils, since this is number three:
The devil I know:
The devil I know (ii)
Companions in only the loosest sense, not being about the same subjects, but about things that are horrible and familiar.
Posted on 07/12/2005
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Vikki Owens on 07/12/05 at 03:54 PM really excellent. i can definiatly relate. i especially liked the last few lines. |
| Posted by Melanie J Yarbrough on 07/18/05 at 05:41 AM wow- that's all I can say. there's a purity in your anger, kind of like a 'suffering builds character if you're rich' kind of thing.. i love that anne frank line- it's beautiful and ironic. wonderful |
| Posted by Christina Gleason on 07/29/05 at 12:54 PM Another PotD under your belt - and well deserved. Congrats. |
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