an easter query…

crossing
the railroad tracks
the pastor
arrived
at
an old
post-war bungalow
residence
of
miss maybel
who
in her prime
was
much sought after
by
a number
of
the town’s
most
charming
and
handsome
men
of
color
but
she had said
no
to all
saying
i’ve fought
for
women’s rights
civil rights
and
looked after
white folks’ homes
and
their children
so
i don’t
have time
or
energy
to look after
anyone else
but
myself
age
took her suitors
some
time ago
as well as
most
of
her women friends
she didn’t make it to
good friday service
so
pastor
decided to stop by
she didn’t
answer
the door
but
it was open
calling in
he thought
he heard her
so
he entered
pale
sitting
in a chair
was maybel
death
even makes
a man of god
stop and evaluate
life
but
he quickly
resumed his role
and
asked
if she
was ready
to meet
her maker
with
her last
inaudible
breath
she answered

 

nothing personal…

tourist items
manufactured in china
for
the local market
replicated
indigenous art
sold in
riverbank stalls
by
part-time natives
natives
carving out
an existence
in
a one percent world
complaints
issued
by
travelers
who’ve
already
sold their collective humanity
they are
the commune
of
anesthetized day-trippers
who
outline
verbally
over
an air-conditioned lunch
the crass nature
of
indigenous commerce
commerce
that
replicates
the
world
that provided
their passage
to
this
riverside
market

 

mother knows best…

her
maternal voice
mused
as if
telling a ghost story
warned
not
to unwrap
the white shroud
encasing
yesterday’s body
they should
accept
their personalized gospel
no need
to unravel
and
inspect
the blood stained
fabric
with
it’s
image
of
truth
why
risk
losing the ransomed lives
they’ve lived
ransom
so carefully
paid for
with
lies

 

the book of dr seuss…

he was
certain
that
dr seuss
was
obviously
an omitted gospel
since
the neatly
bound
and
colorful text
was as believable
as
the array
of
religious doctrines
professing
to be
divinely inspired
words
from
one god
or
another
and
from
his standpoint
dr seuss
was much clearer
on
how
to
live
morally

 

you needn’t listen to me but….

Copyright 2019 Charles Wm Martin

aswang
is
as real
as
humankind
indeed
humankind
may be
aswang
one merely
needs
to carefully examine
how
humans
treat each other
war
of
course
is the most
incestuous relationship
but
religious behaviors
have
also proven
to be
characteristic
of
aswang
and
those seeking
wealth
through
political stalking
have been
heard
making
the
ticking sound
so commonly
found
in the darkness
of
life’s forest
as well
along
well-lit
urban streets
you may
well
think me mad
as
i blend
these spices
for
my sting ray whip
but
we shall see
who
survives
this night