Thursday, January 3, 2019
Tuesday, August 28, 2018
The Last Meal
The eyes bore down on him without emotion, oh yes, no emotion, she had lost it all. He took it all away from her and now, she was unfeeling. She gave him no inkling of what she had in mind but had been planning for long. Her face was a constant reminder of what she had to bear for the past few years, but not anymore. She had done her chores, the little cottage clean and tidy, and the laundry drying out on the line as they swayed gently in the wind. The wooden floor bore a new shine, freshly waxed and the house smelt nice. Each time she unclad to bathe, the discoloration on her skin coupled with the welts grimaced at her in the mirror and their intimacy, well, was an assault, literally. Going into the woods, she had collected the ingredients and was sure to wash her hands thoroughly on getting home. Hair well brushed and gently flowing, she sat and waited as she looked at the time piece, “in a short while now”, she thought to herself. The sound of trudging boots approached and then the door bursts open. She does not get up to meet him and he looked at her with disdain. Dirt trailed his steps across the polished floor, leaving mosaics, filthy mosaics. He looked at the set table as he passed to go to wash his hands at the basin.
As he sat at the table, he looked across to her not inviting her to join him. He starts to eat, chewing slowly and there was silence, silence until he begins to sputter. The deadly cocktail of poisons and toxins prepared in his honor and absorbed through the linings of his mouth had become active. He reached out for water but he half makes it, as his heart begins to hammer in his chest ensuring adequate circulation. He begins to foam at the mouth as he clutches his throat and struggles to stand, but falls backwards starring at her as he went. She walked up to him and looks down as he reached out to her for help, but none is forth coming. She stood as still as a corpse. Though he was heavy, she managed, and as she rolled him into the shallow grave it began to rain. She raised her head and embraced the shower, as the thought of how her life was about to start anew.
Friday, August 24, 2018
WHY
But why
Sometimes I wonder
The suffering, the anguish
The pain, the hardship
Why does it all have to be?
Why?
The
misery, the poverty
The
children, their bellies distended
Feet bare
and eyes protruding
Why?
The
mushroom clouds
The
bellowing rocks
The
belching chimneys
And there
are the trembling grounds
And the
rising waters
Why?
Mothers
snatch up their babies
They flee
before the invasion
Shouting
to the older ones to run
As fast as
their legs can carry them
But not
all make it
Children
separated from mothers
And wives
from husbands
Why?
HAPPINESS
I look
into the world
The whole
wide world
And I
wonder
I wonder
what makes them happy
For some
it’s the sight of crisp notes
For some
it’s the stick
For some
it’s the needle
For some
it’s finely processed sound
For some
it’s a walk through the woods
For some
it’s running with the air in their face
For some
it’s the green bottle
For some
it’s finely prepared dish
For some
it’s playing the candy man
For some
it’s putting the metal to the pedal
For some
it’s a walk along the shore with the surf beating gently at their feet
For some
it’s putting the sphere into the back of the mouth of the lipless post defended
only by a mobile tooth
And then
it’s my turn
What makes
me happy?
None of
the above
Hardly
anything
At least,
not these days
Thursday, May 17, 2018
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
LOVE
Can there be enough?
For two, that is
Equally shared
Not tending towards one
Or towards the other
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Sunday, March 26, 2017
HUNGER
Glancing now and again
Towards the door
Hoping and praying
That soon the door will open
That they might have relief
From the hunger
That gnaws from within
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