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Day Of
Atonement Ken
Shiovitz Lips, Buckets of lips, Kissing me goodbye, Lips kissing up at me, goodbye, Lips in buckets, kissing the surface, Sending frantic surface ripples, Merging waves of tens and twenties, Kissing life goodbye, Frantic for air. Muck, Inches of mucoid muck, Silently lying in wait, Muck patiently mocking me, Muck at bottom of pond, cloaking the gravel, Blocking pipes that circulate oxygen, Choking waterfall and pond, Breaking impeller of pump, Forcing complete drainage. Fry, Fifties and fifties of baby fish, Advancing to adulthood, Fry greeting me hungrily, Frying the pond with overpopulation, Blocking the pipes with excrement, Choking my conscience with guilt, Forcing eugenic choices of life and death, Approaching the Day of Judgment. Buckets, Murky bottom ooze, Weighting my hauling muscles sorely, Bucket after bucket of black mucky water, Buckets of fish frantic for air, Awaiting delivery of new impeller, Pleading for emergency air supply, Approaching the Day of Judgment, Choking my conscience with guilt. Bubbles, Tens of thousands of tiny spheres, Freeing me finally from Godly dealings, Bubbles breaking murky bucket’s surface, Bubbles releasing oxygen required, Saving life from pond remaining, Forcing to ponder for just the moment, My own approaching Day of Atonement. |
