Anthems

Illustrations by Dasha Zolota, journalism ’15.

 

ANTHEMS OF THE ROSY CHEEKED CHILD

tonight I will rest my tangled head

and dream of colour

wonder

toys

and sand

it is I

so eager to cross

at the blinking

of the white L.E.D. man

it is my mother

who grabs my tiny hands in fear

it is I

who is so easily misunderstood

when I am caught

cutting off

my sister’s hair

it is I

who wants to touch touch touch

it is I

who is left in constant astonishment

at the passing of an overhead plane

at a moldy piece of bread

it is I

who wants to know so much

I want to steer, Daddy

but they cover my eyes

Illustration by Dasha Zolota, journalism '15.

Illustration by Dasha Zolota, journalism ’15.

 

ANTHEMS OF THE BURNT OUT DREAMER

I should start packing

this buried treasure

and jam it down deeper

pack it down with more dirt

and place the shovel vertical

as I lay down

beside misguided dreams

and the smell of sentimentality

my spine shall feel the thump

of this treasure

calling out to be unearthed

but I will let it die

and in a few more years

I shall lay concrete for security

cemented miles under

no one shall touch this treasure

but every year it shall thump

more and more, louder and louder

and I then must let it out

and place myself to die horizontally

and let it escape

and breathe the fine air of life