For the Eyes of Cat

 

What terror can be found in a little

girl?  I showed my daughter Cat

a sow bug on the step.

It was the biggest one she had

ever seen, always the biggest.

An old tin tea can appeared

with the eye of Horus stamped

into the lid.

Plop went the bug.

What do sow bugs eat?

I really don’t know.

Grass and sticks, plop.

Now think of God as a child

with an unknown parent

on the side, its loving hand

filled with desire for you.

A sweet little child, innocent,

with the power to kill

in the name of love.

The terror comes with being a parent,

always unknown the no

which stops the hand.

Always unknowing the yes

which starts the hand to kill.

 

first published in Living With a Stranger: self portrait, 1993.

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About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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