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d i l e m m a
today my catholic parrot died
catholic cos' 'was raised in the house of god
damn place was shared by the family of a friend
who called themselves christians
devout is the word they often used
this bird was called mary in their home
how i got her is a complicated story
incest is the word i would use as
rape and christian means scandal
there was a suicide and a murder
also one more family member had
set herself ablaze ending in coma
daughter son mother in sequence
mexican stand off i would reckon
father used to go to mass say prayers
well respected man built like an ox
carried this gravitas like a millstone
did unchristian things to his children
even his wife chose to suffer for years
bastard had them under a spell i reckon
his favourite authors were despentes and sade
always locked in his closet
i got those books from a fundraiser
later on he landed in a funny farm
one summer day some nonchristian sicko
smashed his face in line with a few other things
sicko died but the father lived
poor bastard crapped in a bowl
and peed in his bed always
noone changed sheets for days
one day old man died end of story
mary was living three months with me
when it happened
good girl mary
always greeted me with an aplomb no woman could match
ate on time fluttered her wings talked about joshua and
michael and some disrobed guy whose wings got burnt
as he fell and she went on the chatter some more
until i played a hardcore s and m at the loudest
she drifted into a silence and never came back
good girl mary
probably her nightmares from the christian home were back
all the sounds grunts growls yelps tears sighs moans
they probably did things to mary
as they did things to me
but it was mutually unknown
she never greeted me since then
ate once in a while pooped less
never fluttered or cartwheeled
six weeks she took to drop dead
in silence inside a rusted cage
undignified loveless gulit-trapped
it was probably suicide
so in case there is an afterlife for animals
damn bird will be fried and burnt
whatever really mary
now that you are inside this plastic bag
do i say mass or what
bitch
[Submitted in the 'Walking with someone else's shoes]
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