Friday, 25 November 2011

#80: Isn't All Meat Dead?

Astonishingly, this pertinent observation
fails to soothe the bully.
She rips a fire hydrant from the sidewalk
and brandishes it like Donkey Kong,
her teeth angry battlements
as water fountains into the hot afternoon air.

But lo!
As a fine spray descends
the sunlight makes a rainbow.
Paul points towards the miracle.
'Surely this?' he tries,
but the magic falls on arid ground.

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