First Child

And the Blood of Many Wars

Artwork is available with Poetic on Back

[I recently bought a Poetry Book, filled with (A Poet, named) Lu Yu’s Poems; this piece is written with memory to his style]

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I came through many waters
and certain slashings of near’perfect flower
it was not my land
not my place
and neither was I it’s spy

starting out
like attitudes of sunray
off shiny lily
or even frog’s back

but soon the life
it moves you
more quickly than a koi
frightened by foolish boy fishing

I became a child of shame
and darkness
I too knew love
and fell under the affections
of craveful man

soon I was with child
a child without destiny
without purpose and blessing in this world
I knew I was growing a bastard
in my stomach
and with arrangement
a doctor was found

I know in my tears
and new light now
this man could never
have been called doctor
not in the old world
—not really in any …

but my bastard son
of not enough love
was crushed
with plier things
and taken away from
these elements

where he went to
I could not have told you
and for longest time
neither did I care

but later I cared
and now do also
for flowers are made of soft petal
and this could not be by accident

my father he drove
a helicopter in the war
-drove them also
when men were just shadows
on the ground

it’s easier to kill men
when down there upon the earth
when small and little
like scattered bits of shadow

I must have also
been up there in his helicopter
when I spilled away
the blood of my first child