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The Boy with Acromegaly

from The Pottsville Conglomerate by Pete Davis

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Acromegaly is a term for gigantism. I think there are stipulations based on the person's age, but you get the idea.

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We filled up our heads, but we never said what we’d have to say
We gave it our best, but we never thought that we had it in us
You fell behind
(and it watches you weeping)
I don’t have much to say, as your hands bury your face

There’s a river of blood where we can wash it away
It drains out, how it runs down your face, and still

I thought on it for days, to come up with different ways
To respond to what you’d say, but you didn’t say a thing

Danger, they told us, stay out of the woods
You, tarnished and desperate, heard the river through the trees

Oh what evil lives here
And he only comes out at night
Twice the size of normal men
He lurks in the shadows, and waits for children
And he takes them deep into the woods
Where the canopy will cover every footstep, and every scream
The horrors that they could only know
Forgive our teeth, Lord, for although you made them strong
We wore them down, we wore them out

You stop, but you don’t look back
For you know now
What they say, will you believe it now?
Or ever?
Well I don’t have much to say.
Some demons can’t be faced.
A child must know its place,
But it never will.

These shapes we make, can I not make them, too?
Oh, or near the same?
Is a wolf not a wolf until it bears its teeth?
Even though you know just how it goes?
You know what you’ve seen behind these dark eyes,
My sockets are filled with purple veins that bleed as yours
But through a longer course
Do you believe it now?
Over, it takes over,
It takes over,
I know

Now with the hounds into the woods, deep your father goes
To rescue you and bring you home
You poor, poor child, and he won’t stop for naught
But can’t you see, I’m just a man made of straw,
A marionette they’ve held above you all your life
But it comes out from inside you,
Oh, feel now what we’ve said

And you’ll be safe with these arms wrapped around your bones
What the wolves take home from the hunt with the beast,
The beast strains to breed and there it grows
And it grows, and it never gives up, it never gives up ‘til you’re one with it, too
The beast has become you and it waits for you at home.
Narrow through your bones
It takes over, I know

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from The Pottsville Conglomerate, released July 5, 2011

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