March 18, 2006

Egret's brood

The furrows in her father's brow
who held the plow?
Botox he never knew ye.

Gott sei dank
with his beloved Jane to care for
doctors found recalcitrance's boney shadow
strangling his heart.
Just in time they told him
just in time
their science and the blade
would save him from arrest
and certain death --

Arrest for what
this Christian man
and why?

The temptress was cholesterol
his appetite desired her
Delilah to his samsonite
her time bomb peaceably begrudging him his days.

Good the surgeons pacified the terrorist.
Good the husband lived to tend his sweetheart to her grave.
Good the father's hand
implanted rows like wings
across the brow
as herons glide
from tree to tree
remembering
their path.

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