BASTARD’S LAMENT
it’s
my
birth day
february 18th
the date
of the month
I was born
74 years ago
so — wha’cha’ thinkin’?
happy — birth — day
well
not if you’d been there
I was an “undesired”
an inconvenient child
a discard
to be thrown away
though I was healthy
had all my fingers
all my toes
and lungs of a tenor
no matter
I was labeled — MISTAKE!
misbegotten
unfortunate
a problem
ultimately
to be left behind
alone
abandonned
so
I was placed
in a cold metal orphanage crib
frequently
with others
like me
in a big
sparse
cold room
overseen
by strange
grey-habit’d
amorphous figures
I had been tried
convicted
sentenced
for my early life
to know confusion
know shame
know the sorrow
of the unwanted
without ever
seein’
my accusers
we’d won the big war
over there
in here
my battle had just begun
and for the next few years
struggle I did
but some of that’s
for another story
which does include a hero
here I was
condemned
guilty only
of the crime
of inconvenience
so
today
it is my birth day
some
happy / birth / day —- huh?
well
apparently not for all
who were present that day
happy birthday?
hmmm…
lotsa ole friends have passed away
COVID-19’s running astray
normal life is on delay
the world’s nerves are in a fray
but hey
as for me today
I’m doin’ — OK!
original draft © 2/18/63
current edit © 2/18/21
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