Evil McSnide

By Joe Dickinson

Vegetable-man, I

Can’t be involved         in a coup

            If that’s what you’re implying.

I can     bring the flowers down

            Ok,

But nothing else; I am

            Skill-

            Less.

Dream of me if you would –

            I’d like to invade a small country this evening,

Yes, hmmm, yes.

There is a phone ringing somewhere,

A faceless old man picks it up –

            His teeth are yellow and his mouth hangs

            Open almost involuntarily; he looks like

            A bobcat or a rattlesnake

                        Just about to strike.

Walk through the brush with me –

            Can you feel the eyes?

            They’re watching us,

            Following us,

                        Undressing us and eating us –

We are not human, nor anything else to these eyes.

Food.  We are food.

If that.

Cloak me, friend.                      Shield me,

            Take me away from this world

            And let me

                        Into

                                    Yours.

Copyright 2007 Joe Dickinson

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