The Body Snatchers

Strange haunting words aren’t they?
You must have heard them —
I love you so much,
That you are life to me.
I cannot live without you.

And I smile,
Because I know what they mean..
I know because
They are my truth.
Without you, I am dead.

My body, you see,
Was taken away from me.
Of course, it was done slowly,
And they started
While I was still very young.

It began with
The loss of my penis.
I had the end cut off.
Mum and dad
Were so nice about it.
They assured me
It was for my own health.

That was confusing,
Because it didn’t feel like that.
It seemed to me I was broken —
A broken teddy bear,
Without a prick.

I was ashamed
To be dragged around
In front of people
Without my dick.
It was broken and dead.
I wanted to be loved,
But I couldn’t ask for love
Without my dickey.

That was why
I killed my father.
That’s why I killed my daddy.
I killed him because
I wanted his prick.
Mine was broken
And I wanted a good one.
So I killed him to get his.

Then they tore my throat out.
I would never be strong,
They told me,
Unless someone ripped it out.

It hurt.
I think mummy and daddy
Really enjoyed this.
They were so nice
As they were dismembering me.
Yet I was dying,
Piece by piece.

Just to make sure
I was really dying,
Mum and dad
Sent me away
When I was only three.

I don’t know about you,
But deep down inside,
I was sure my dad
Would protect me from strangers.
Yet he made no move —
Said no word
To protect me.

I knew then
They didn’t love me.
Small as I was
I would have fought
For my brother or sister.

That took away
My heart.
I had no guts
To go on living.
No heart
To go on loving.

Being dead
I am a body snatcher.
I love you so much
Because I want your body.
I cannot live without you.
I will kill you if I must.

Copyright ©2003 Tony Crisp