double tanka and still life
by oskar
Posted: Friday, August 29, 2008 Word Count: 147 Summary: demise |
Double Tanka
If, say… Christ returns
Bearded and in white burnoose
Will he be seized?
And sent to Guantanamo
If he looks like Bin Laden
Water tortured
Made confess odious crimes
He is innocent of
Or just say; “not again dad”
And magically disappear.
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Still Life.
Mother used to have on the wall, a picture
of a dead boy in his coffin, surrounded by
flowers, candles and silence.
I often stared hard at the picture, willing
the boy to open his eyes, he never obliged
me, but came alive in my dreams.
The name of the boy’s mother was Olga she
used to visit us till mother and her fell out,
mother thought it rude to remove the picture.
Years went by, my brother died and mother
took the picture down, but it was still there,
a square less faded than the rest of the wall.
If, say… Christ returns
Bearded and in white burnoose
Will he be seized?
And sent to Guantanamo
If he looks like Bin Laden
Water tortured
Made confess odious crimes
He is innocent of
Or just say; “not again dad”
And magically disappear.
----
Still Life.
Mother used to have on the wall, a picture
of a dead boy in his coffin, surrounded by
flowers, candles and silence.
I often stared hard at the picture, willing
the boy to open his eyes, he never obliged
me, but came alive in my dreams.
The name of the boy’s mother was Olga she
used to visit us till mother and her fell out,
mother thought it rude to remove the picture.
Years went by, my brother died and mother
took the picture down, but it was still there,
a square less faded than the rest of the wall.