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Vicki Feaver

BOY WITH A KNIFE

BOY WITH A KNIFE

BOY WITH A KNIFE

He was standing in the middle
of the field, throwing a knife
from hand to hand: the boy
 
Mr Marshall brought down
at weekends – whispered
to be let out from a Borstal.
 
We heard thumps and squeals
coming from their caravan.
I was told to keep away from him.
 
But I liked wounded things:
a baby rabbit the cat brought in;
birds with broken wings.
 
As I got closer, he aimed the knife
into a clump of Lady’s Smock,
spearing a frog.
 
‘Present,’ he said,
dangling it by the leg.
He looked down at my feet:
 
at sandals I’d woven from reeds
to look like the Roman sandals
in my history book;
 
at bare toes like a row
of tiny bald creatures
pleading for their lives.
Vicki Feaver

Vicki Feaver

(Verenigd Koninkrijk, 1943)

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BOY WITH A KNIFE

He was standing in the middle
of the field, throwing a knife
from hand to hand: the boy
 
Mr Marshall brought down
at weekends – whispered
to be let out from a Borstal.
 
We heard thumps and squeals
coming from their caravan.
I was told to keep away from him.
 
But I liked wounded things:
a baby rabbit the cat brought in;
birds with broken wings.
 
As I got closer, he aimed the knife
into a clump of Lady’s Smock,
spearing a frog.
 
‘Present,’ he said,
dangling it by the leg.
He looked down at my feet:
 
at sandals I’d woven from reeds
to look like the Roman sandals
in my history book;
 
at bare toes like a row
of tiny bald creatures
pleading for their lives.

BOY WITH A KNIFE

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