The Collector

A contrary impulse
or inbuilt penchant
finds reason to emerge at times.
It is one instinct,
but it defines him;
forcing identity
within and without.
There is pride in his catalogues–
and shame, if he knows it,
tempering synapses
that grant reward and contentment.
His is not a pleasure
shared by the AFP.
His minority has no heroes
among the abstinent stoics
and predatory fiends.
All are guilty by birthright
and accordingly damned.
Therefore, he sits churning:
a consumer; an enemy;
a space in the network.


~ by David Heslin on 06/06/2011.

One Response to “The Collector”

  1. I don’t think there’s a single topic that’s discussed less intelligently today than paedophilia. That’s not to belittle those who are prone to knee-jerk reactions: it’s a sensitive topic. Many people have been (or know someone who has been) a victim of child sex abuse, and we know well how damaging that can be.

    The problem, then, is how paedophiles themselves are discussed. Few wish to discuss where the disorder originates, and the fact that it may well be a genetic predisposition is discomforting to anyone who’s up with the ‘born gay’ argument. Not that it really matters: obviously nobody chooses to be attracted to children; and who really knows what percentage of those ever end up acting on their impulses?

    This poem is dedicated to the silent suffering of all of those who have had to live through a life of shame and repression, who, for whatever reason, never abused a child.

    Many of them, I should add, currently sit in prisons with child porn convictions.

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