Spike Milligan's Poem: Unto Us

Somewhere at some timeThey committed themselves to meAnd so, I was!Small, but I WAS!Tiny, in shapeLusting to liveI hung in my pulsing cave.Soon they knew of meMy mother --my father.I had no say in my beingI lived on trustAnd loveTho' I couldn't thinkEach part of me was sayingA silent 'Wait for meI will bring you love!'I was takenBlind, naked, defenselessBy the hand of oneWhose good nameWas graven on a brass platein Wimpole Street,and dropped on the sterile floorof a foot operated plastic wastebucket.There was no Queens CounselTo take my brief.The cot I might have warmedStood in Harrod's shop window.When my passing was toldMy father smiled.No grief filled my empty space.My death was celebratedWith tickets to see Danny la RueWho was pretending to be a womanLike my mother was.

Spike Milligan

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