Sunday, November 19, 2017

BUSH BABIES


I.  Responsible Parties


that’s     when    the    ravening   
lamb   crashed in.   unexpected   
as eclipse,  welcome as the ear

thquake,   excited hair  aflame,  
lashes wild and swirling,  eyes 
stabbing madly outward,  whir

lwind incarnate.  tumult trembl
ing temple tiles, echoes compo
unding chaos, our counting tab
les  tumbled over,  shivered  to 
splinters  of  crucifix  kindling,  
crazy   coins   careering  across 
courtyards,   swift,   random  -- 
Caesar’s very sins! air piercing
screams&panic  blood&shatter
ed bone.  eyes adangle,  we sca
ttered, gashes exploding  along
our cheeks and backs,   gushing  
like rivers of red erupting   after  
the  suddenness of a desert rain.

fortunes lost.  lives  akimbo.  sc
arred bereft haphazardly dispatc
hed to desperate morgues, medi
cs whoknowswhere. Responsibl
e parties  must be  prosecuted to 
law’s full extent!











I was only minding my business, duly licensed, meeting the public need. The sun a yolk in overeasy clouds, morning mist just lifting with the day’s exchange, my still-lazy mind already drifting inexorably to the inevitable joyous night with fam. The famously exotic wife practicing her domesticity with loaves and fishes, the two strangely disparate daughters (loversrespectively of books and makeup: the miraculous happenstances of double-helix acrobatics), confidently awaiting the predicted return to our house of ovens and myrhh. Just then, remote divebomber fundamentally insane, the dove started its strafing run.

--Duane Vorhees

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