The Head

by BC Williams Tue 14 Jun 2011, 4:36 am

.......

...........Over Ma dam's shoulder . . .

...........the knife traveled like cool Derringer lead,
...........entering quickly the bald, solid head.
...........A shriek,
...........then a plasma like streak
...........rolled as snails from the table's edge,
...........finding the slick back of a cat to dredge.
...........“That'll teach ya, cat, ta muck round my kitchen, today!”
...........cried Ma dam Miserable, unaware that on her table, a pierced head lay.

....... The Head Madam_10

...........“John . . . John,” she uttered in monotone song,
...........“be needin' wood brought ta the larder, John.
...........Tomorrow's wash day, ya-know-John.
...........Be needin' lots a water from the well, John,
...........fer all yer dirty shirts, John.
...........Oh JohnJohnJohn?” she droned on . . . .

...........Ma dam Miserable, at the stove then, shoved
...........her apple shaped derriere low in haste.
...........She peered deep in the bowels of the oven
...........and gave the plump, crispy bird a baste.
...........Then, rolling pin in hand, she turned toward the table to persevere,
...........but MERCY, what had happened here?
..........."Cat, look what you've made me hull off and do?”
...........the Ma dam boomed.
...........The speared appendage, like a pendulum, moved;
...........perhaps something in the sheer quake of M.'s going on
...........caught in the thing's marrow, and it moved.
...........Ma dam realized . . . this was a head of John's her eyes gazed upon!
...........She pulled and tugged the knife, twisting it like cruel hari kari
...........deeperdeeper, and the knife became buried.
..........."Bloody hell!" she sounded,
...........winging it round and round -
...........hoisting the injured high,
...........then higher,
...........and with a quickish snap o the wrist,
...........FFFFFT!
...........The once impaled
...........through the atmosphere sailed
...........on a sea of dry air -
...........past four painted chairs -
...........faster than her eyes could blink -
...........the thing landed in the sink . . .

...........curTHUMP!

...........“Oh, mercy me!" Ma dam shouted, a jerk to her jump.
..........."Such a fresh head from John Miserable's garden plot . . .
........... dandy for nice cabbage rolls for morrow's stew pot!”

The Head Cabbag10

© June 2006 by BC Williams

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