Poem: One of Those Boys

I want to be one of those boys

Those wide-eyed, clean-limbed, plain-speaking boys

Those boys who look to the sky and say, that is mine

Those strong-armed, strong-willed, free-spirited boys

If only I were one of those

I want to be one of those boys

Those big-brained, big-hearted, big-trousered boys

Those plump, delicious, honey-basted boys

Those smiling boys with faces slathered in gravy

I want to be a boy like those

I want to be one of those boys

Those horse-racing, back-bracing, badger-chasing boys

Those boys who don’t ask “why” but always ask “are you my father?”

Those delicate-fingered, burnt-haired, camelid-breeding boys

Those boys are me and I am them, inside

I beg those boys, let me be one of you

One of those long-nosed, short-boweled, half-elk boys

Those boys with a song on their lips and a vestigial twin on their hips

Those fat-faced, thin-housed, parmigiana-wifed boys

Those boys who make me feel alive

I want to be one of those boys

Those blue-eyed, brown-eyed, green-eyed, no-eyed boys

Those square-kneed, powder-blue, Tibet-inhabiting boys

Those asbestos-brained, velvet-scrotumed, Welsh-speaking boys

Let me be one, and bless us as we lay together in our graves

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