Operator

Operator

it is the only way he can operate
it is the pattern of his movement
he can call me on the telephone
and his voice,
sends shivers through my bones
he is a weird operator
a dictator of strange rules
it is the only way he can operate
the tiredness,
is in his weary face
i look into a mirror
i cannot say i am pretentious
but i am glad, in a way,
that he destroyed the child
that he did, and that he created who i am
a much better person
always willing to be learning lessons
and will willing to try and understand
he lost a lot,
does he know now?
i bet he does, but he still plays games
the games he has been playing all these years
but how they are only his tears
and he is only consolidated by his own fears
it is the only way he can operate



James Garratt – July 1995