Charlotte's Song
Benjamin Rose (English, 2024) is a poet from Washington, D.C. His poetry has been featured online and in print at a number of publications, notably Beyond Words Literary Magazine and Cathexis Northwest Press.
Everything gone white, everything’s grey;
Now you’re here, now you’re away.
—Gavin Rossdale, “Glycerine”
The pattern I could never play
— I never had the skill—
Had vexed me every single day
All winter long; until
When February burned to March,
The power chord at last
Subdued the rhythm of my heart
And fingers hardened fast.
These calloused hands—the final pledge
Of misbegotten love
That I can make to one long dead
To me through ancient grudge;
To one whose lintel I once stained
And slandered in my hate;
To one whose memory I retain
And mourn a decade late.
For you knew, just as I, too well
The violator’s hand;
Those bones, that sickening touch; that Hell
We children understand
Who bleed to feel the kiss of life
Cold fingers raped away;
We two, who in the razor’s grief
Assuaged our ravished day.
We two, impelled beneath the noose,
Who shared one icy gaze;
We two, whom strangers’ fingers used;
We two who met, amazed,
And wed our ruined loves to strife
For just awhile, were true;
Till our last quarrel. You took your life.
These fingers play for you.
Winter 2023