For My Grandson By Maki Kureishi
For My Grandson By Maki Kureishi Small shape of our death, with loving care we nurture you, scanning our own mementos in your plump tenderness: in your eyes, hair or hands. Frail little being that must enclose more than yourself. One day you will grow to be like me or me or me. Even your allergies are identified. We shall harass you with our tall and sacrilegious gods. This is our final opportunity to survive. It is my future you will reconstruct In your grown-up Clutching our hangers we make dreams for you, part love and part cupidity: inching ownership further till your mind is patterned to our warped hearts. Turn from us, child, we are vampires wailing: Remember. That I may not entirely die. that manipulates love to stay undead for we fade like shadows till our absence is forgotten, unless you hold us in the light.