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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4640 Registered: 11-1998 |
Poem of the Week The Ponderous Galapagos Turtle Charles Levenstein The ponderous Galapagos turtle lies on his belly, munches greens, contemplates time, how wondrous it seems: When I was a youth did I stand on my feet, arms akimbo? Did I despise my fat parents and the rocks from which they came? Was I a boy preoccupied with copulation? Did I join up to save the nation? Did I develop a sneer? Did I know why I was here? Of course not. Turtles don't go on the road, we enjoy our isle, reproduce in a pile, then eat a lot, or as much as we can get. Kelp's not boring, plenty to do right here without running off. Poor humans with their cameras. And the wheel. And the sail. And fire, of course. They start out stupid and must be tended, rear ends wiped, clothing mended. At twenty, though, they know everything there is to know. Time seems slow on my Galapago. I swim, I think, I have another drink. Thus spake the turtle, beached on his belly. Time has not made him particularly wise and he's become too tough to eat. |
