Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Knife crime 2.09

by Steve Brodie

I'ts coming. I can feel it's coming.
All the way right up to the hilt.
Right up to the fist with just one blow.
And now it's here, with all the mercy of a lynch mob.
Stop! Just stop.
There's no need for this to happen.
Listen! Don't do it! No!
Oh Jesus! Oh God! Oh Jesus Christ!

I'm running. I can feel I'm running.
All the way to the end of the path.
Right up to the gates and around the pole.
And now I'm here, with all the energy of a crazed assassin.
Drop! Just drop down.
There's no need to struggle.
Loosen! There you go.
Oh Jesus! Oh God! Oh Jesus Christ!

I'm entering. I can feel I'm entering.
All the way between the grids.
Right up to that big red sack in fact.
And now I'm here, with all the sting of a white hot blade.
Pop! Just pop and explode.
There's no need to keep pumping.
Lessen! And now relax.
Oh stannous! Oh lode! Oh ferrous incised!

I'm shaking. I can feel I'm shaking.
All the way to the nearest house.
Right up to the door as I scream with worry.
And now I'm here, with all the fear of a witness exposed.
There! Over there, I point.
There's no need to get dressed.
Tell them! Just tell them to hurry.
Oh Jesus! Oh God! Oh Jesus Christ!

I'm dying. I can feel I'm dying.
All the way through a nightmare eternal.
Right up to the end of the hospital wall.
And now I'm here, with all the tears of a mother's despair
Stare! Just stare and pity.
There's no need to say any more.
Listen! Is that my baby's call?
Oh Jesus! Oh God! Oh Jesus Christ!

Added: 30.03.2009

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