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The Ivory Tusk Carry Me Home

On an island in my mind,
waves of despair roll in and out.
It never ceases.
An albatross plays the piano,
my last song and dance.
It's sad.
Even the filthy rats cry.
I muse, 
I develop a rapport
with my pallbearers. 
I jest
my clown pursuit of life. 
And say.
Carry me to a rat hole,
I really do cry.
I can see the reincarnation 
among the rats,
their bitter eyes 
matching mine.
Yet it would be
a step up from this life.
If only people knew
like who would really care? 
My mind's eye sharp. 
Mom and Dad knew
they gave me this apple,
this apple
filled with malignancy.
It grew orchards in my mind.
Contempt.
"You were a mistake 
my young child."
They were a mistake,
my fist tightening,
hitting the wall
of wanton
predispositions,
repeatedly.
Their flame,
my ashes.
Their flame,
my ashes,
my pet phrase,
an unleashed dog
barking uncontrollably
in my mind.
It won't be long now,
I shrug. 
So do the rats.
The rats will be marching in,
hurrah, hurrah.
Yes, I smile a tear.
Is it the piano man,
or is it an albatross
 playing
my funeral hymn?
Tears of sadness in his eyes,
I would like to think.
I write the final days,
to journal,
on this island
in my mind.
My words,
like flares shot
high up in the sky,
summoning,
summoning
for help.
But no one sees.
No one comes to rescues me.
I gather a prayer,
Dear family 
thanks for nothing.
I wander
the last few breaths.
I find my bed of albatrosses,
and sink low for the last time
as the music sends me away.

connie pachecho

6/11/17

Note-I was inspired to write this piece after reading the entries to Craig
Cornish's current contest-God Knows Where I Am.

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