Thursday, April 11, 2013

Easter Eggs


The Easter bunny sat and sighed
And scratched its silken head:
“Here are some fifty residents
For whom I've made these eggs.
I know I ran a minute-mile
Before the humans (sob!),
But this is not enough to feed
This chocolate hungry mob.”
But on a magic cloud appeared
A dozen pretty girls.
They were the cream of Rosstown staff
That heard the bunny’s call.
And clever as becomes their sex
They prettied up each breakfast set
With shimmering golden chocky eggs.
Thank you.

Naked Truth


4 April 2013

The country you will visit
For pleasure, education, and experience
This country is the same
I fled
For want of same.

Pleasure was found in hate,
And education was constrained
And witnesses, albeit still alive
Refused
To tell the tale.

It is the grimmest tale
Of which faint echoes sound
In archives, books, and court proceedings,
Proclaiming
The naked truth,

But also I heard voices
Condemning the horrid past.
And promise resurrection and reform
Towards
The love of neighbours.

Moses Time


5 April 2013

If all the dead that died since Moses was a boy,
Came back to life,
They would congest the highways, roads, and rivers,
And the Atlantic Ocean
Needs be drained for space.

But as I do not hold with concepts as prescribed,
For instance Hell and Paradise
And Charon paddling his canoe to Hades,
I visualize the resurrected dead
Like paper thin, but printed on.

To wit a walking library, their thoughts and fears,
Their aspirations and conclusions
Easily read and shown to be unchanged
From Moses’ time
To our days.

Fairy Tales

7 April 2013

I've come to the unfortunate conclusion
That parents never die;
That is to say that graves some five feet deep
And filled with hundred shovels full of soil
Do not prevent
Their calls, their sermons and their admonitions
Resounding, so that my inner self will cringe
And curl up like a child that seeks escape
To fairy tales.