Fig. 24
Eye for an Eye
Would you listen to me?
LEAVE THE FIGS ALONE!
Crow cast an eye at my eye
Held it tight
And pulled the last ripe Fig…
BAM!
In a Figment of my imagination
I Shot the damn bird
And watched it rain black feathers
In a Glorious
Black dance
Against the summer blue sky
Heat
Waves
Rippled
The black feathers
So they spun like
Tightly tethered kites
Their trajectory changing
Rapidly
As did my soul’s
Which Darkened
My Blue eyes now Black
An Eye for an Eye
I made a big fat fig tart
And
Crowed about it.
Buddha sat under
My Fig tree
And shook his head.
Of course
He never tasted my fig tart.