Marcellus Davis Jr


Body Thievery - Poem by Marcellus Davis Jr

I was caught by the hands
of a mangler awaken me
to an infant maiming.

Doctor Hatchet,
ruint my righteous erection!
Croaker cutting on skeeter,
left mayhem in my diapers.

Moma mended my wailing
wit’ warm olive oil baths,
parted my hair, pillows
swaddled me in a quilt
lined chester drawer.

Now I can’t skin it back,
clean and polish it up
like I spit shine
the toes on a pair gators.

I want’a step knee deep off
in that croaker’s dooky chute.
On my larger journey
to breathing, a man’s air.

I copped surgery’s jive.
God put that skin on the end
of my protrusion to
keep it––torrid, so when I dress up naked!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 24, 2013


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