Bessie, Honey, and Lee
Three old sycamore trees
Along a river with the one
The only man who hadn't run
The women were ate,
The men died late
But now at one hundred
He was the only one unhunted
Bessie, Honey, and Lee
His only sources of glee
They kept him company
As good as they could be
He stroked them, kissed them
Imagined they were real
He reached out for her hem
But that he couldn't feel
He cuddled them, loved them
They were his
Until one day
He saw a crow, not a liz
Lighting struck Bessie dear
Oh, no! Oh, no! The end is near!
He tried to keep her
Water her and clean her
But then she died
To his surprise
Devastated, he loved Honey and Lee
But Lee became a fungus tree
He tried so hard to make her live
He couldn't, but he tried, he did
Honey was left
Honey so dear
Until Honey
Gave her last cheer
The man was in pain
With no love and refrain
He curled up with Honey
And he was gone.
Categories:
unhunted, death, goodbye,
Form: Rhyme
In hunted form a flock in fright
Beast twice piercing throat blood like night
Long cold distance moon light howls
Corpse collapsing exploding bowls
What can we do the fed on cried!
I lost my son! My daughter died.
We must hunt this demon steak and knife
Chop him, kill him, gorge him, gut him end his life
I lost my son! My son has died!
The creature lives on every try
What can we do the fed on cried
Recourse, recourse a lonely reply
What can we do the fed on cried
I take this stake and pierce its skull
And I take this stake out to pierce its eye
Corpse collapsing exploding bowels
Unhunted form a flock in flight
Twice piercing throat blood like night
Now hunted prey with demons fight
A hundred hands a hundred stakes
The last one made of moon-light flakes
Categories:
unhunted, america, war,
Form: Free verse