I did not win my drawers of ivory
marauding in the night
I do not spy to see
if you are good or gay
I do not ask that you behave
just that you grow, large and well
and leave something behind for me to take away
Shedding as I go
fine dusts upon the sill
I’ve piles of perfect animal ingots
plant them and ha!
They’ll never grow
But will remain young and clean forever
while you get older and mean and alone
have your shimmering silver dollar
useless trinkets and coin of the realm
But give me instead all the lost little moments
trade away the snow-white souls
the windfall of shattered cuspids
and too precious molar, these are my toll
so whittle away yourself to dust
but leave for me the little tusks
My grotto to enrich
With all the childish trusts

Jon David Stroud

 

Jon David Stroud is a poet currently attending school in the Midwest. Fairy tales have always been a passion of his. He particularly likes the mythologies of the British Isles, but any sort of fairy tale, from the literary to the genuine folk story, appeals to him.

Photo: “Conjoined Teeth Ring” by Charlotte Burkhart
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