Cats Meow
for D.D. & D.B.A. & P.A.
i.
you must claim your debt
as well as and as willingly
as you claim your reward
must claim death as willingly
as you claim your life
your darkness as willingly
as you claim your light
ii.
she was going to stand upon the snails
stand upon them or stomp upon them
she was going to break their houses in
break their houses down
she was going to crack up,
crack through their shells
get at the life in them, at the light in them
she was going to snuff their candles out
she was going to end Mass
snails were attending
what if they were worshiping
what if prayers or hymns were in their jaws
she was going to break their jaw bones
while they prayed
they could go to heaven or to hell
she couldn't care
she just did not- does not wish
snails sharing earth with her
and maybe somewhere else on earth
but not in her garden, growing green
not among the things
in her wonderful backyard
she'd select who is allowed to enter
or allowed to stay
we were guests and happy to be
welcome to select- to collect almonds
fallen upon the back yard lawn,
upon the green carpet, wall to wall
we could share what she had to offer
all she had to offer, snails could not
it was Sunday, a wet afternoon
she decided to spare her guests
having to witness this execution after all
reprieve not because the Privy Council intervened
snails are guilty and condemned without a trial
or guilty already because of sins
snails commit habitually
she was angry, one could see, could tell
veiled but it was obvious, evident
they'd done her something in the past
some snail or snails had wronged her
these ones or their grand or great grandparents
she was going to prevent these ones
having great grandchildren
her weight, so much greater than snails weigh
her house stronger than the one
within which snails abide
she was going to stand upon them
rub them- wipe her feet upon them
dirty the bottom of her shoes
with snail meat, snail shells, snail slime
she was going to enjoy the music
that she made - but then decided
oh maybe not on Sunday
maybe not in front of guests
she was entertaining
three poets who dropped in
who happened by
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
Written between 11:20 a.m. and
11:55 a.m. on Monday, August 9, 2010
for D.D. & D.B.A. & P.A.
i.
you must claim your debt
as well as and as willingly
as you claim your reward
must claim death as willingly
as you claim your life
your darkness as willingly
as you claim your light
ii.
she was going to stand upon the snails
stand upon them or stomp upon them
she was going to break their houses in
break their houses down
she was going to crack up,
crack through their shells
get at the life in them, at the light in them
she was going to snuff their candles out
she was going to end Mass
snails were attending
what if they were worshiping
what if prayers or hymns were in their jaws
she was going to break their jaw bones
while they prayed
they could go to heaven or to hell
she couldn't care
she just did not- does not wish
snails sharing earth with her
and maybe somewhere else on earth
but not in her garden, growing green
not among the things
in her wonderful backyard
she'd select who is allowed to enter
or allowed to stay
we were guests and happy to be
welcome to select- to collect almonds
fallen upon the back yard lawn,
upon the green carpet, wall to wall
we could share what she had to offer
all she had to offer, snails could not
it was Sunday, a wet afternoon
she decided to spare her guests
having to witness this execution after all
reprieve not because the Privy Council intervened
snails are guilty and condemned without a trial
or guilty already because of sins
snails commit habitually
she was angry, one could see, could tell
veiled but it was obvious, evident
they'd done her something in the past
some snail or snails had wronged her
these ones or their grand or great grandparents
she was going to prevent these ones
having great grandchildren
her weight, so much greater than snails weigh
her house stronger than the one
within which snails abide
she was going to stand upon them
rub them- wipe her feet upon them
dirty the bottom of her shoes
with snail meat, snail shells, snail slime
she was going to enjoy the music
that she made - but then decided
oh maybe not on Sunday
maybe not in front of guests
she was entertaining
three poets who dropped in
who happened by
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
Written between 11:20 a.m. and
11:55 a.m. on Monday, August 9, 2010
posted by Obie Quiet at 12:30 PM
2 Comments:
obie, i love this!
Lynn, love, thank you so very much for reading and responding. Love you. Hope your writing as well as all else is going well. Oh, I have your blog to visit too. I'm overdue.
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