POETRY

Parable For Modern Times
by Red

In the beginning
there was bread and butter
enough for adam and eve
for the Word had been heed:
vegetation was a -clutter.

Crunch your biscuits beggar
chew them softly with the molars
for when your moldy meal is over
someone will conk you dead.

In the garden
trees were all fruit-blooming
apples dangled invitingly ripe
but man was dumb, though woman bright
in time, both became all-knowing.

Give in maid humor your master
don't shout now nor escape
lest you meet and accident
down this solitary stairways.

East of eden
two begot abel and cain
then a feasting, winning tribe;
a multitude so surfeited to survive
when trees and men were felled by deluvian rain;

Run boy run
chase after those fleeting cars
offer them cigarettes, matches, gums
after that die: a victim of hit-and-run.

Before His coming
wrath alone could not eschew
the gripping hunger from the hearts of men
still the Son need come to Bethlehem
that earth would fecundate anew.

Night is chilly aged mother
wrap the child with a newspaper
before you sell him in the morning
assure him 'bout the sermon on the mount.