Three Little Pigs

1.
The geese are coming. See them, Dad?
They’re headed north, a sign of spring.
I heard the river ice is thin. It won’t be
Long before there will be flowers on the
Redbud trees. The world’s coming
Back to life. You need to sit up, Dad,
And eat. The winter’s almost over.
You have gotten through it. Now
Is not the time for you to die.


2.
These are happy people, I suppose. They grin
And caper so, so unlike how I lead my life,
That gray and unappealing thing. I trudge
And fume. Too much is lost. Too many fools
Have pushed ahead, and, as they have,
Pushed me aside, to scowl in this pretty park,
At them and these two happy people. I
Should warn them time will turn. Their joy
Will die, and they'll become two specters,
Similar to me. I ought to rise and do it now,
But who am I to try to tell their futures?
Often, I am wrong. They hurt me with their
Happiness, but I will let them go.


3.
There's money to be made
From getting dogs to fight.
I guess you know.
Black dog! Sic 'em!
Brown dog! Go!
Or union dog, or Muslim dog.
You starve them all,
And they will fight,
And you know dogs.
They love their masters.
None will turn on you.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-02-25 at 11:35

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