CM ( / East Pakistan (Bangladesh))

I Am Very Bothered

I am very bothered when I think
of the bad things I have done in my life.
Not least that time in the chemistry lab
when I held a pair of scissors by the blades
and played the handles
in the naked lilac flame of the Bunsen burner;
then called your name, and handed them over.

O the unrivalled stench of branded skin
as you slipped your thumb and middle finger in,
then couldn't shake off the two burning rings. Marked,
the doctor said, for eternity.

Don't believe me, please, if I say
that was just my butterfingered way, at thirteen,
of asking you if you would marry me.

by Simon Armitage

Comments (1)

How true this is, we live in an age of infinite possibilities and yet we still choose to act in the most destructive ways that rob our earth of its greatness, tearing mountains for coal, making craters of sewage and tar for oil, creating mountains of plastic and cutting and carving forests in the name of progress, the only progress man makes is making paradise a grave. This is a wonderful poem, powerful and thoughtful.