Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Fat Men Texting

busy fat men
texting
dollars
and sense

what would
happen
if your myths
melted
away like dew

no Hamlet
no Oedipus
Zeus or Wotan

no cross
no burning
bush

would your fat
fall
away
and leave
bones for lions
to gnaw
on the yellow veldt

and what
of the little boy
would he play
beneath the stairs
and dance
on hardwood floors

on a summer's day