[ a dragon with uneasy dreams ]
to the turkey:
someday, my friend,
when i am old and you
are but a young spring chicken,
or a young autumn turkey, rather,
i should like to thank you-
for you have given me such
a tummyache
i cannot sleep now
and your delicious limbs cause
my thoughts to drift-
to what you must have been like
were you wild and wily?
or did you stare at the sky?
maybe both, like me.
did you run around much
when you became
... discombobulated?
or did you blink in defiance-
as your torso slumped over?
did you want
to be eaten?
did you know it would be me
wishing on the chewed remains
of your clipped carcass?
did you dare forsee my wish?
perhaps you died with that
in
mind.
"there's a worthy cause," you say
and so it must be
- then fall turkey -
i may never know now
but what could be truer |
