He Spreadeth Sharp Pointed Things Upon the Mire
My uncle looks into the bleached eye of his cat and asks
What happened to my ear?
The meerkats eye replies:
You had cancer. Remember?
They had to cut off your ear to save you.
My uncle looks into the smudged window of his oven and asks
What happened to Maude?
The sundered oven replies:
She had cancer. Remember?
They had to cut her out of your body to save you.
My uncle looks into the blistered photo montage and asks
Wheres Colin? Hell be late for the swim meet.
The designer frame replies:
He had cancer. Remember?
They had to cut him out of your hopes to save you.
My uncle looks into his aluminum shaving mirror and says
I didnt want to be saved. Why did they want to save me?
The dented mirror replies:
Who clothed the horses neck with thunder?
Who can discover the garment of his face?
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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 45 | Spring 2015