From Uneasy Thoughts by Arturo Hernandez / 1992 / Wrote this one a long long time ago. Not sure what I was thinking at the time. But I wrote it down anyway. #FlashBackFriday
Unfortunate Holy men with shiny crowns drown
Under a roaring stream full of mean fish.
If you look hard and long you might catch a glimpse of a head or leg drifting down the stream. A hand or two reaching out for help.
If you look harder you may also catch a gleam of crown or the pointy top of one floating by.
Poor folk around the stream dip their tongues in the water to savor the rich flavor. The holy taste. Tastes like heaven, they say.
(In their dreams, the poor folk, holding hands, urinate in the sparkling stream.)
Unlike the Holy men, who dare not come to close to the stream, the poor folk love to frolic there.
Do you blame them? Would you (if your were a holy man), not unless you’d prefer to swim then die in the gleam of the a urine sparkle mix? Didn’t think so.
And so, the poor folk, not as scared, perform their watery chores with no fear, day in and day out. Not one care in the world.
Art Hernandez 9 – 12 -1992
Poems by Arturo Hernandez 