A
Giant, Two-headed Mouse
(In
Poetic Prose/ an Inscription)
I was the
arm that he might cling, — in the spring of his life!
Now
his wife a widow!
I,
now a tired old man, not wanting to look out the window:
Should
he draw me back into his human tumult!
I
left for the sake of human harmony, long-ago, sleekly into
The
woods to become a trunk
of a tree, even
though with a
Slight
push and pull can be set to rolling.
But
by appearance they seem so firm… So I stayed
(because
it became unbearable: the strip of carpet under my
feet,
became so narrow) …
I
was lead for a day, when he needed me,
But
it brought no applause, no reaction the day after!
The
envy and the cunning still bother me “Hurrah” to him
Over
there now a dead corpse.
A
giant of a two-headed mouse, he was!
“Your
corpse has come in first. And what have you won?
Those
who really knew you turned away as if rain was in the
Overcast
sky and it was beginning to fall, thus, we looked the
Other
way. You are as night up a street, visible, but a long way off—
A
feeble and ragged creature: I pray providence has favored you!
—hope
God does not weigh your past against your future! If so,
Hope
he finds both admirable, but we know this is not possible.
Therefore,
hope he gives preference and favors your last request
—
which is, I understand, what John said in his Gospel 6: 47…”
No: 4711/3-5-2015
Dedicated to the Deceased
The Door-keeper
Now sitting
there on his plane to Lima, from Atlanta, he thinks, Lee thinks: We strive all
or lives to reach some kind of justice, for humanity’s sake, we are all given
an open door, but often too often, there are obstacles in the way, like
door-keepers that don’t want you to enter into the halls of justice, to prove
you have been treated unjust. And when one grows old, and feeble, and too weak
to challenge the door-keeper, he shuts and locks the door… Then it dawns on him: it was never meant for
man to get justice here on earth— but try as you may!
No: 4713/2-5-2015
