neat light caramel
what a lovely pretty girl
the yellowish brown
It was only a Guinea pig, people eat them.
Peruvian mountain folk do not have to starve,
there’s no dearth.
Many are bred for their special coats of course:
the Slinky, the Peruvian, the Abyssinian,
the American; the American
is good with other guinea pigs -
good to know.
Our one must have been a mutt,
we called it Elvis,
it looked like Elvis in his fat period.
It died quietly in the night.
When my son got back from school
I helped him bury it in the garden.
I had a little burlap bag to put him in,
it used to hold peanuts
Elvis would have liked that.
the Semienite kings erected stelae
to the kingdom of the wrestling with God;
Ethiopian hinterlands ruled with the iron fist of Judea,
the flag of Magen David swaying in Abyssinian winds.
Judit?battle-hungry commander of war,
panzer-woman of Scriptural Armageddon!
the queen casts her leather noose
and steers the forces of Beta Israel
into a battle of redemption and of honor
conducted in a strong and Hebraic iron tradition
not even a Holocaust could ever quell!
It was a normal Tuesday in Kansas until a quarter to two
A Bengal cat came down on my head, it had big eyes of blue.
A British shorthair came flying by and landed on my knee.
Then a Sphynx and a Ragdoll. What was happening to me?
I looked up into the sky, and guess what I saw, my friend?
It was raining cats today, and it looked like they would never end.
An American Bobtail came down hard and fast. Landed on my foot.
Were they all determined to land on me? Next one as black as soot!
A Maine Coon was trying to stop herself, she landed in a tree.
I had to get a ladder to help her, and she ended up biting me!
An Abyssinian told me off, and a Persian gave me a scratch.
There were five hundred in all, and I was simply not a match.
I called the animal shelter, the fire department and 911.
They thought it was hilarious, came running to look at all this fun.
Sure it is humorous, I said but how many will I have to fix?
The news stations came and filmed it; we were on the news at six.
It’s only a Guinea pig, people eat them,
the cattle don’t complain.
Peruvian mountain folk do not have to starve,
there’s no dearth.
Many are bred for their special coats of course:
the Slinky, the Peruvian, the Abyssinian,
the American; the American
is good with other guinea pigs -
good to know.
This one must be a mutt,
it always reminded me of Elvis in his fat period,
and now it has inoperable guinea pig cancer.
When my son gets back from school
I will help him bury it in the garden
next to the cat and hamster plot.
I have a little burlap bag to put him in,
it used to hold peanuts
I think Elvis would like that.
His scarlet head droops
towards his soulless emerald chest.
Perched upon a fruitless branch,
his spiritless eyes stare
at the emptiness of freedom.
Above, streaks of ruby hints
flow among coral flamingo shades,
as golden streaks swim through
crystallised kaleidoscopic skies -
but he feels no enthusiasm to fly.
What he thought would set him free,
has left his heart a companion-less hostage.
A lovebird without a purpose,
he is unable to warble a melody,
nor whistle for the love he left behind.
Raindrops splash his forlorn feathers,
he is too scared stiff to spread his wings.
His heart thumps like thunder,
as flashbacks of sitting, singing and locking beaks,
with feasts of berries, apples and seeds,
are regretful reminders of his misjudgement.
As he falls,
his last thoughts -
maybe freedom is not all that it seems..
Silent One
22 September 2019
Viens à Maman,
let me show you how that shameful thing is done,
you konw, with ink on paper,
for you not to be sorry anymore,
in the morning with croissant Triomphe
and floating island by Abyssinian charms.
Fix your shoe laces, suck your belly
and grab me by the aorta.
Let go of me
over Père Malin´s brothel,
for more than three coins.
Eat it all up!
From URBIS (Paralela 45 Publishing House, 2016)
Translated by me.
Armies arranged according to their ranks and divisions
Armed with weapons of all manner and kind encircle..
An army stretching all the way to lake Nyasa and Chad..
An army bent on malice encircle a the sacred mountain
A land where the Almighty is honoured adored and loved
A people who hold and swear by what's most sacred
They who keep the Covenant and honour the Sacred vow
The defender holds the sword of truth and swears
Swears in the name of the Most High never to let
The Box fall to the hands of the infidel invaders
Out of choice forced to choose out of alternatives
Holding the sacred sword of Aysra-el it lights ups
Silver lights up amidst a clap like that of thunder
The defender strikes down the sun.. Armageddon