Mistaken IdentityA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe
mother lay in a stupor filled With
alcohol and drugs, The
twins lay wet in the carry-cot And
screamed at the top of their lungs, The
boyfriend of the moment sat At
a bar in a nearby town, Drinking
away the welfare cheque And
taking them further down. Sally
Pearce was a homely girl As
such, and easily led, Many
a teenage male had found His
way to her maiden bed, They
bought her favours with alcohol And
hooked her on cocaine, They
so befuddled her mind that she Could
not remember her name. So
Jack had her in the morning when The
sun was low in the sky, While
Derek had her at lunch when she Had
snorted coke, and was high, She
carried the seeds of both of them And
both of them found a home, Embedded
deep in her ovaries As
she lay drugged out, alone. So
when she heard she was having twins She
didn’t know who to blame, But
thought it must be the first of them So
gave the twins Jack’s name, She
didn’t know that their fathers were As
different as chalk and cheese, For
Jack passed on a criminal gene While
Derek passed S.T.D’s. The
first one born was Timothy, With
a mop of jet black hair, Then
twenty minutes to follow on Came
Adam, so pale and fair, They
could have been Cain and Abel If
she’d only studied the book, For
Adam was such a happy child While
Tim had an evil look. She
hardly saw them growing up They
learned to fend for themselves, They’d
go and ransack the kitchen Pulling
the food right off the shelves, The
boyfriends came and the boyfriends went In
a long, continuous line, They
didn’t know what a father was Nor
a mother, most of the time. The
only love that they ever knew Was
their love for the brother twin, For
they were the only constants as The
others came out and in, While
Adam took to his books and proved A
whiz at Math in his school, Timothy
fought a constant war To
tell the truth, he was cruel. He
punched the boys and tortured the girls And
dipped their plaits in the ink, Protected
Adam from bullies and fools But
never had cause to think, Adam
went on to Uni while Timothy
took to the street, Dealing
in drugs, and taking home Enough
for his mother to eat. Adam
had met a girl called Gaye She
liked that his eyes were brown, He
gave her his sophomore ring one day Escorted
her round the town, She
wanted to meet his brother, Tim But
Adam would not be drawn, He
said that his brother had gone away ‘Til
he called one day, to the dorm. Timothy’s
eyes had met with Gaye’s And
they felt a shock of delight, For
opposites often attract, they say, As
day will follow on night, For
Gaye was ripe with an innocence That
will fall for an evil spell, So
Timothy started meeting her In
the quad, by the old stairwell. They
found her body at Easter-time Down
an old storm-water drain, Raped
and beaten, her throat was cut, And
they said, ‘He must be insane!’ Adam
was taken down to the cells And
grilled for almost a day, ‘You
were the girl’s last boyfriend, We’ll
be taking your D.N.A.’ The
D.N.A. was almost a match Enough
for a guilty plea, While
Adam strongly denied the charge, ‘It
certainly wasn’t me!’ He
didn’t mention his brother’s name, But
hoped he would see the day When
Timothy came to visit him, But
Timothy went away. They
came for him in the dawning light And
marched him into the shed, His
lips were trembling as he stood And
bit his lip ‘til it bled, ‘Any
last words you’d like to say Before
you pay for your sin?’ The
rope had tightened around his neck When
he almost whispered, ‘…’ David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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