Dear Maurice,
Inside every human
is an oak door with a brass knob.
Behind it, a steady thump-thump.
This is where the wild things are.
The doctors can’t find them,
the children have no words for them,
and the grownups have turned their backs on the door –
but they live,
with their terrible claws and their terrible teeth
and giant yellow eyes.
Children know the wild things.
They fill you up when you’re alone,
gnashing at your insides, showing themselves
when you close your eyes and press on the lids –
before you learn to wear wolfskin,
to stare back,
to shut the door.
You knew, Maurice.
A gay Jew from wartime Brooklyn,
you grew as fast as the mounting pile of ghosts
in your family albums – a small boy,
squinting at death from across the ocean
and feeling it reverberate – thump-thump.
Is it any wonder
that you became our Virgil,
captain of the tiny sailboat,
our guide through the wild rumpus
of heartbeats and short breath and shapes in the dark
to the brass knocker on the island’s shore?
Grownups know where the door lives.
They let it grow over with vines,
tell children it’s only a trellis for bad dreams,
that bad dreams are accidents
that there are no terrible teeth
and no terrible claws.
How terribly we lie, grownups.
But you knew.
And so you took each of us by the hand
and dressed us in another skin,
guiding us into ourselves
up to that door. You couldn’t open it for us.
But you waltzed us to the advancing beat.
thump-thump.
There are wild things inside us.
I want to believe
when you died
the last thing you heard
was the sound of seven billion doorknobs
turning.
with love from the other side,
the children
who grew up
wild
About the Creator
Dane BH
By day, I'm a cog in the nonprofit machine, and poet. By night, I'm a creature of the internet. My soul is a grumpy cat who'd rather be sleeping.
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Comments (2)
Picking some poems at random and I think I've just read another of yours! This, also, is brilliant.
I love this one! He was one of the many reasons why I loved books as a child... And I want a RUMPUS!