Letter from a Classic Archetypal Dope, January 4, 1960 - Part Three

Written by: T Wignesan

        Part Three

Did you not notice then
How uneasy I was in the eye of abundance
How hiding from the surfeit of joy
From whose very object I
Learned not to cry

And so all through with fear
Fear opening fresh fear
Without respite, without cause
Deft day handling stolen night
Within the walls of our breath
   Smarting, whining
   Nudging through illusory pretences
   Waking and making our presence
   Forever shy of ourselves
As if all this were not true
Heart closing on heart
              Excreting gratitude

You have done your part
What more could I ask
Could you then blame me that I fought
Every step of your way to me
For what I was worth to you
I was ready as a knave to soot

And when indeed you took a man 
You took to bed a goon not a man 

Though we account for ourselves
   and whatever we have accounted for
We do not take ourselves apart
   and when we have to account for ourselves
      between you and me
Then what we have to account for is three
You, the goon, and the man or me

But when we have nothing to account for
There is but one lonesome count

And so you came to me
   A thwarted child
       and you told me

         "You .... Me"

© T. Wignesan - Paris, 1957 (from Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: Rayirath Publications, 1961.) Rev. 2012.