Handprints And Dead Birthdays Poem by Elnathan John

I
It is only now that I see
The handprints all over you
Astonishing how quick I swallowed
Those sweet lies
And kissed those lips
Of filth and deceit
I should have known
From those sagging breasts
I should have seen the handprints-
Bold and several
I should have seen that
You let them all loot
Innocence from your treasury

Now I see and its funny-
As you disgust me-
That you once took me to peaks
Of breathlessness!

II
I should be marking your first birthday
Anytime soon
Well, I neither got to know if you were
He or she
Nor did you know me-
Only that dark slimy hole
I found out
When you’d been flushed down some toilet
Never hearing your dulcet giggling
I met her
Writhing in pain and she said-
She had to tell me
How she couldn’t keep you,
Of the mistake of making you
I only heaved a helpless sigh

I don’t see her anymore
They say she’s a dark queen
Well I’m glad nothing binds us
I only wish that somehow
I got to know you…

I’ll mark the day, anyway.