Two Survivors
Today!
As
I took to walk,
I
met two survivors of life’s troubles
Both
breathing on God’s providence.
The
providence of food, drink and cloth
To
one, he thrust heaps of salads,
Grilled
chicken, sandwiches,
Spaghetti,
cheese and soy sauce
Showering
litres of wine that
Shines
in a glittering glass
Hosted
in a jewelry-walled
Tower
of Babel.
To
the other, God cast
Rubbish
heaps for dinner
The
Menu packed with
Mountainous
dishes
Of
rotten tomatoes,
Of
aged moldy rice
Of
weevil-swarmed sacks of rotting beans
Of
moth-coated pieces of bread.
The
mercies of garbage stench
Serviced
him a heavenly fresh breath.
Unfortunate
for the first survivor
Was
the burden of heavy cloth
And
the bulk of flesh:
A
vest covered with white shirt
White
shirt with waist coat
Waistcoat
with black jacket
A
black rope rounded the neck
Tightening
together the bulging lot of garments,
They
say it’s a neck-tie.
To
hold the balloon-belly from dropping,
A
network of other ropes
Called
‘suspenders’
did more binding.
Another
rope, named belt,
Noosed
the waist to restrain
These
tons of cotton and silk.
The
lump sum and wearing significance
Of
flesh and fat:
Swollen
cheeks, immense belly
And a bulged chest.
The
other beneficially of grace
And
mercy was less weighted:
Free
and nude with
Tattered pants to save
The
beautiful eyes from the two bags of soil and a hoe from shame,
Dangling
between his legs.
The
goodness of
A
pale dry peeling skin.
The
health of a fleshless skeleton
Dead
long before it was begotten.
Nevertheless,
God loved both survivors!
The
slave of cloth and flesh;
The
nude skinny free-man.
Both
sung one song to heaven
The
latter singing even louder
The
former – disadvantaged with
Heavy
cloth and endless flesh –
Hummed
and murmur the psalms.
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