Loading Bay in the Summer of Sixty-Three

Loading Bay in the Summer of Sixty Three long poem

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Been born three months when Kennedy got shot
Didn’t really recognize the significance
From the comfort of my cot

Didn’t know Vietnam was such a brouhaha
Or that the world would not be at peace
For at any one time three hundred wars
Would start and cease and start again

My father was stevedore, muscles like The King
Love and Hate tattooed on his knuckles
A butterfly that stung
He supped The Wine with his Prelate friends
Raped a girl it was suggested
But got the call to God himself the day my mother died;
Psychoanalyse that, you motley crew of foes.

Never was a knoll such a grassy haven
As I slept with Jesus, Joseph, and Mary in the Kingdom of Heaven
I hate Big Government and Small Minded Bigots
Maybe I should start a business and sell children rockets

All that said, all that done, I wait here pretty hooked in
The machine bleeps and ticks, smoothing my medication
The loading bay is almost full; the train to hell is coming
Should I have done more to change the world?
Probably, but who really cares, I was only three months old
When the Saviour died, or so my parents think

What I’ve learnt and what they failed to know
Is there’s always another one ready to apotheosize
Waiting in the loading bay, Devil/Father incarnate

Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe not
All I know is that in the summer of sixty-three
No-one really minded if I slept the whole day through
In blissful ignorance of the world and all its rot
Nothing, for me, had happened yet
Unless you count the thing I am about to do
A steaming, pungent green, explosive poo!

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Keep On Keepin’ On

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Trevor Maynard (1963) was born in Southend-on-Sea, Essex, England. He is the editor of The Poetic Bond series including THE POETIC BOND, THE POETIC BOND II, THE POETIC BOND III and THE POETIC BOND IV. Trevor's new poetry collection KEEP ON KEEPIN' ON is now available. He read Theatre Studies and Dramatic Art at Royal Holloway College and has worked for ten years in the theater, writing, directing and producing. Trevor is married to Jo and has four kids, six grandchildren, as well as a cat. Other works include FOUR TRUTHS (2010), a collection of four one act plays, and two single plays, GLASS and FROM PILLOW TO POST.
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I simply loved the flow of the poem – Casual and perfectly relatable! Very nice!

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