Tuesday, July 20, 2010

In the Next Life, Canto III, stanzas 114-117

"Well, look who visits in our little vale!”
“It’s Spiral!” “He’s too smart to stay with us!”
“Hey, Spiral, do you have a piggy’s tail?”
“Let’s see if he has something to discuss!”

He dived back under, but they sprang the gate.
They grabbed his head when he came up for air.
The gruesome details I shall not relate.
You know as well as I what happened there.

They tossed him, barely conscious, in the pond,
which saved him from the rodents on the shore.
The splash of water helped him to respond.
He pushed his knees into the muddy floor.

He turned his swelling head, but kept it low,
and from the bank it looked like he had drowned.
They threw some careless rocks and turned to go
to the returning hunters’ cheerful sound.

©2010 Louis A. Merrimac

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