Poetry: If It Walks Like a Dead Duck by Todd Matson
If It Walks Like a Dead Duck
He was a
sitting duck
for ridicule and
humiliation – ugly
duckling face, nerdy
persona – a lame duck in
seventh grade hell, easy prey
for all the preppy predators with
all his odd duck attempts to hold his
own, to make a sly comeback, to be a
witty smartass only serving to make him
more of a sitting duck for relentless teasing
and taunting from school boy sharks smelling
blood and declaring every day to be duck season
with not one teacher or administrator enforcing the
zero-tolerance policy for bullying, with no one noticing
that if you walk like a dead duck and talk like a dead duck,
you just might be a dead duck – dead duck walking, ugly
duck walking dead. What is a left-for-dead duck to do
when nobody cares whether the duck lives or dies?
One day he did the coldest and ugliest dead duck
thing of all. He shot the babysitter through
the heart and then put the barrel of the
shotgun in his mouth and blew his
brains onto his bedroom wall
leaving what was left of
his cold naked dead
duck body lifeless
in his own cold
dead duck
blood.
Todd Matson is a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist. His poetry has been published in The Journal of Pastoral Care and Counseling and his short stories have been published in Ariel Chart International Literary Journal and The Chamber Magazine. He has also written lyrics for songs recorded by a number of contemporary Christian music artists, including Brent Lamb, Connie Scott and the Gaither Vocal Band.
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