A Poem by Serge Pey
A New Name for Newborns
When I was born
my mother gave me a name I didn’t choose
out of all the alphabets
and letters
I’ve carried it around nonstop
I’ve used it as my address my signature
it’s even on my tomb
it’s in the silence of photos people take of me
But as of this morning
I’ve changed my name and address
From now on I’m Charlie
from Charlie Street
like thousands of other men
and dogs
and women and cries
like Alpha Bravo
Charlie Delta Echo
Completely Charlie
Absolutely Charlie
Because my cartridge belt’s loaded
with pens and erasers
for drawing the world’s laughter
that can never be wiped out
And because I’ve got nothing else
and because my mouth
bursts into slivers
like a pane of glass
in a pool of laughs
But let’s be clear
my new name doesn’t yet appear
on infinity’s joke calendar
So I call in the night
and I call on you
to add your saint too
to the list
of the names of light
Because I know
that unknown names
are among us
here
very still in the silence
most of all the names of those
who cry on birthdays
and death-days
eyes scanning the skies
Won’t you
help me
I want Charlie added to the list
of human spirits
who laugh out of hope
Help me
in this January sun
which is itself a laugh-reservoir
losing drop by drop
the absolute force of its given names
and cries
Today will be the feast of St. Charlie
even for someone like me
who doesn’t believe in any heaven
hidden in the stars
since heaven’s all around us
which is the kind of hope
that makes me laugh
January 9, 2015
(translated from the French by Dan Bellm)
http://patrimoines.midipyrenees.fr/phtographie-panoramique/Region/Espace-midi-pyrenees/Serge-Pey/
Here is a toast to the Feast of St. Charlie. The laugh for me is that I don’t drink. Cheers anyway and thanks to M. Pey!