The Everlasting

I don’t remember

the man of God

give me a sign of love

or encouragement

“you can do it”

“you’ll be fine”

“don’t worry Boy, I’ll help you”

Nothing like that.

 

He bring us holy books

but he not read with us

on the floor in robes

in front of the class

He not play with us

on hands and knees

or we, running away

from his buried laughter

in the sunny sand dune

of childhood.

 

And he never joined us

for a round of games

in the playground

or ever let us tie the willing

victim to the chair

now I cannot escape

his touch

was mainly

to teach me a lesson,

he said.

 

Like how he teach me

to tell the time:

in minutes and hours

he move the hands, he ask me time

I answer wrong!

he hit me and hit me

again!

he move the hands, he ask me time

I answer wrong!

I don’t remember if

I passed out this time.

 

I don’t remember

the man of God

give me a sign of love

or encouragement

and though he teach me

much this way

but I only learn  –

one thing.

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