Bound by BloodA Poem by James McFadyenI pricked my finger once Just a drop, a morsel of rich
plasma But in it I saw that fat line This small beady-eyed splash Saw itself in my staring, globed
capillaries I knew I lost a part of myself-
Of you and her.
Oh, vivid congealant Ink of my nature, Spell me with chest pumping, Ear thudding life, hark! The beating drum of years past. My fathers hold this rhythm
Sanguine lace that ties us all All nicely, neatly knotted
ancestral bow We children choke to wear And die when untied. We are forced to tie the next Necklace round our children’s throats-
Bloody choker.
Tiny foetal heirlooms tear
through Vulvate walls, screaming with the
Resonant cries of Remnant lineages. Wet with the blood of my blood, Of my blood.
So remember, when it is all mixed
In this dirtied crucible, And shed to flood this Telluric chalice, to satiate Our thirsting desires Aren’t we all bound by
blood?
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Added on August 11, 2014Last Updated on August 11, 2014 AuthorJames McFadyenLondon, Middlesex, United KingdomAboutGraduate from the University of Exeter: BA HONS English Literature with Creative Writing (Study Abroad) Former English Language Teacher in Hanoi, Vietnam. more..Writing
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