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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3983 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Jack Sprat could eat no Fat Treezaa (T.E. Ballard) What of the children, who lived on air? Between meat and lard, grew like small blossoms in the arid soil but did not wither. No one remembered their names and they did not cry because in hunger even the tears are saved gathered in bottles, blue glass placed on windows. Yet the children had bones to build their homes as a father disappeared into the shadows and a mother grew large. It was the air that sustained them. At night the round dish became a bowl, a cup held to their lips as a kiss. Mother could you not see after the night had gone to bed, did you not wonder what grew from your madness, from your need to lick the platter clean? |
