The Body

There is a body underneath my father's bed.
I do not know who put it there.
I heard a sound the other day and glanced there underneath.
I think I saw its teeth
in its head.
I noticed that my father's eyes look very strange,
and that his face is not the same.
He doesn’t speak much anymore, he only grunts and stares,
and then goes back upstairs
every day.
I do not like to go into my father’s room.
I never know what'll be in there.
Sometimes I think I’ll glance inside, and see the body dancing,
on the bed, it's standing
in the gloom.
I dream at night the body comes and walks around,
and its eyes are spinning in its head.
It moves like it’s got words to say, and its arms are limp and swaying
with words it isn’t saying
without sound
My father’s room is dusty, and its wood is bare.
The windows always shuttered closed.
It’s very old and scratchy and I’m not allowed at dark
to come inside at all,
up in there
My father wobbles when he walks and tilts his head.
His door is always locked and closed.
Today I saw him talk a bit, and saw his yellow teeth
looked like the body underneath
my father's bed's.
I wonder with things left unsaid,
if father sleeps beneath his bed.
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Category:Poetry