Malarial Pottery
something in so-called modern
landscaping amuses me no end,
be it in plush mansions, resorts
or some cottages round the bend;
seems that to residents who fancy
themselves as aesthetically cultured,
a well-mown grassy lawn is never
considered artistically manicured
unless there are antique-looking
pots and jars scattered around
which must be slightly cracked
and partly sunken in the ground,
like accidentally unearthed markers
for a mummified queen's jewelry,
but to ordinary plumbers like me,
this is a health-risky, silly mystery;
the pots and jars breed bad skitters
that inject malaria into your artery,
insects don't care if you majored
in archaeology, minored in pottery.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2006
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